*watches the waitress's mouth working for a few more seconds before it dawns on him what she must be trying to spit out (at least generally)*
*glances at the name at the top of the computer printout that is his check and gives the girl a warm smile he doesn't feel in the slightest* Vanessa, right? *flips the check over and writes on the back (and yes, someone like Salgant would probably say something more like "you give great head" but he is most definitely not Salgant):* Vanessa, thanks for the perfect pint! Best wishes—Ecthelion
*when Vanessa still seems rooted to the spot, stands and offers her a handshake or a hug, both of which are readily, awkwardly accepted before the poor thing comes to her senses and flees* *and now he's on his feet, of course, so...*
*turns back to you, his smile fading (and even such niceties(? niceties.) as "How's Tristan?" seem the conversation of some earlier era)* Well. I'll see you at the office, then. You should call if—. *simple confusion (if...what?) darkening his features* Well.