"Just checking that the club - and its patrons - are still up to the standard I remember," he tells her softly, and nods to the barman. He knows why Nathan's not here. He's not pleased about it, but he knows.
He'd be less pleased if he didn't know and discovered the man missing.
Raising the glass, he toasts her silently before taking a sip, one eyebrow lifting slightly at the taste. "My memory, apparently, doesn't play me false on the company."