Harry glanced up, giving the man a short nod and patting the dog again as it pulled on it's chain, as if to jump up at the newly arrived man. "Down, you!" Harry commanded, before pulling the animal back, shorting the chain by wrapping it twice more about his hand. "Nothing too interesting going on Davey?" He asked. There were the usual drunks, over-excited and normally made too confident by booze, but he'd not seen much more potential trouble yet that evening.
"No one that's here yet. Church is due to come along. Let's hope he's got the money he owes on him." He said, eyes moving past Davey to the pit, where the two fighting dogs were being separated by a bucket of water, one a bloody mess and the other not much better.