Casually, he followed Faelan's gaze and finally spotted Harry. He had to work to swallow at the figure he cut, standing at the bar and...well, his brother was spot on about the trousers. He kept his face turned towards the bar until he was fairly sure he'd blanked it of anything other than polite interest.
"Here's hoping he's got better taste than that. The bloke looks like a right slag to me."
He picked his pint up and drained it in one, setting the glass down with a bit more force than he'd intended. "Never been my scene, really. Much to the chagrin of my team at times," he chuckled half-heartedly.