He stepped around her, straightening out the collar of his jacket with his good arm. Jeez. If there was one thing he could make note of, it was that Ruby had one hell of a grip, Rubbing at his neck a little, he turned to look at her. Rather than saying anything though, he merely turned and strode toward the front entrance of the bar, inspecting his injured hand as he went.
He found his way to the bar and ordered himself a beer, then waited for Ruby to do the same. Asking the bartender for a spare rag or napkin or something, he waited for the man to return before looking to the demon that had followed him inside.