Much's smile in return was a straightforward thing, just a simple recognition that yeah, he wanted to be a hero and yeah, he wanted to be good, and he liked that she saw him that way. It wasn't something he thought he could use while flirting, not like 'outlaw' - cos shit yeah, he'd definitely used outlaw to charm the ladies, but hero was a bit different.
(Hero was also something that had become less clear cut lately. The dungeon in the toilet, how could any of them had been on board with that? Setting Artemis on the Sheriff, was that heroic? Him punching the tied up Sheriff in the eye, heroic? Much still felt iffy about the first two, though agreed none of them had had a choice, and the last one, well, the satisfaction still drowned out any moral ambiguity there...
And then there was Belinda.
And everything that came with Belinda.
Much wasn't thinking about her tonight, though.)
"I do my best," Much said with a smile and only a little bit of doubt (did he, though? Did he really?) "Tell you what, though," he said, as one of the party from the rowdy booth flagged his attention. "I am not doing my best bartending right now - let me fix these guys up with their last round and come back." He reached out toward her, tapping the bar in front of her. "You sticking around?" he asked hopefully. "Another drink maybe?"