"Trust me, I noticed plenty," Leon assured Trent, not wanting the guy to think he hadn't been paying attention. There was little that slipped the Priest's notice when it came to observing people. He easily went to the booth Trent indicated and sat down, thanking him for the water with a nod of his head, meeting Trent's gaze.
"Don't ask me what I want to do," he smiled, shaking his head. "The end of the evening I foresee is hopefully getting back to St. Margaret's before anyone spies a couple of minors bar hopping." Shrugging slightly, he drank through the straw, eyes shifting off Trent to the rest of the patrons gathered nearby.
"How often do you do this, if you don't mind me asking?" Shifting brown-hazel eyes back to Trent, Leon shifted to reach under his jacket for his satchel, untying it to reach in for a packet of herbs. These he carefully crumbled and added to his water, stirring them in with the straw.