*empties his glass* You're a decent man, Tilion. I wish I liked you more.
*swivels away from the bar and looks toward the door* *smiles faintly at the sight of an unexpected arrival*
*waits until she's spotted him before tapping his left shoulder with three fingers of his right hand, drawing pinched fingers across the brim of an invisible hat, thumbing his chin, and thumping his chest with a closed fist*