Her sense of humour was a relief, and Much's face was comedically intrigued at the thought of a sexy coffee table. "Do you dress up as one of those ones with the scandalously curvy legs?" he asked, having a quick look at the lineup of spirits behind the bar. "The ones posh wankers in manors used to have to cover to stop themselves losing their minds? Maybe a whisky highball," he decided, inspired by the lively jazz of the place to drink what he might've been drinking a hundred odd years ago.