"I look good most places," Much said, with a shrug of casual elegance he was terrible at pulling off. "I'm better behind a bar when I have free rein of what I'm allowed to mix, but I haven't wheedled the boss into quiiite that much creative freedom yet. Are you here by yourself? What can I get you?" He wondered if he'd slipped that question in subtly enough, wondered if tonight was going to be his first test of 'can you serve a god you hate a drink with a smile'.