He couldn't really hold it in any longer; Julian gave a low chuckle, laughing with Fiona at her descriptions and not at her. This girl was much too amusing, and since his mind had been turned around on a dime throughout the course of their conversation, he saw no reason to continue his pretense.
"And I think I'd be inclined to believe them, if your attitude continues the way it has. Look, here's what we'll do - trial run for a week barback, and if you don't screw that up and feel like you have a feel for the place, I'll let you start serving the customers. Ysolde," and his eyes flicked to the woman still at the other end of the bar, who'd been carefully watching the interview with a cool gaze, "will be keeping tabs on you, and if she says you're good to go, then I'll make you a permanent fixture.
"Sound fair to you?" Whether or not it sounded fair, he wasn't open to negotiations - Julian was definitely quite firm in his terms for anything, regardless if it sounded like he was asking for an opinion.