Idris listened as she spoke, waiting until she was finished before curving a hand around the beer stein, the drink within it looking particularly enjoyable.
"East Coast city girl moves to the West Coast, huh?" He smiled, no malice meant by his remark. Raising the stein to his lips, Idris took a swig of the frothy liquor, enjoying the taste and feel of it as it went agreeably down the right hatch. He was a man that could hold his drink well enough, although there were a few exceptions running along the lines of straight tequila and extra strong Norwegian vodkas; he avoided those unless he was genuinely having a rough time. A really, really rough time, though of course this depended on the various connotations of the word.
"Then I'll know who to go to the next time I need a trim, as long as you're as good at that as you are at this." Congenially he winked at Vanessa and with a shrug of one shoulder he answered her question. "I'm in the sales business--cars, primarily. It's sort of something I inherited from my father." The noise in the pub had raised a notch as a group entered, joining their friends at a corner table. Idris glanced at them for a moment before looking back to Vanessa. "I suppose if you're ever in need of a ride, I could definitely hook you up with one. My warranty quotes are pretty good."
Was he flirting with her? Oh, of course, but why not? A little harmless banter never hurt anyone, in his most humble opinion. And he was careful to keep it casual, not wanting to be too forward--after all, things could get awkward fast in situations such as this. There was a certainty that he'd see Vanessa outside of her job here considering their living locations, and Idris didn't want to be on bad terms with her.