Hands down, Idris loved listening to other people talk about themselves. Everyone had their own tale to tell, their own set of ambitions, dreams, and woes. It was almost always a fascinating experience and he had heard so many stories in his time, not all of them collected merely from his various clientele. It was always good to take note of what other people told him, in the chance that the information might come in handy later on--truly, he felt, a person never quite knew when they might need a bargaining chip in the future.
And so he listened attentively as Vanessa spoke, making sure she knew that he was in no way bored with what she was telling him, nor would he rudely interrupt. Her laugh was cheerful and for the second time that night Idris decided it wasn't a bad thing in the least that she happened to be working while he was here. Good company indeed, and only a floor away outside of this environment? Well, well. Best to not get ahead of himself.
"California seems to feel right for a lot of people. Have to say, I'm in that club, too. I'm a proud Arizona native but there's something about this place."
Idris didn't stifle a chuckle at her flirtatious comment. "You'd be right about that," he replied, half-jokingly. If he allowed himself a small act of basic ego, Idris had to agree with what she'd said. Business duty called and Vanessa went to tend to it, leaving Idris with his Guinness. Taking another drink of it, he decided he would have to make another trip here sometime again in the future, if this was the kind of service that was given.
Before too long, Vanessa made her way back over to him, and Idris watched as she approached, smiling in greeting.
"Back so soon?" He rested an arm on the bar counter, shifting his beer stein with his hand a little before he spoke. "Work, to be honest, but I always enjoy a change of scenery." Pointedly he met her eyes as he said this last bit. All right, perhaps that was a bit too direct, but he certainly wasn't being lewd. Lewdness never had gotten him very far in life and he wasn't about to lower himself to that level now, not when he had such pleasant company. Again, that strange feeling of familiarity washed over him, but he ignored it a second time. Perhaps the brew at Muldoon's was stronger than what he had drank in the past.