"Oh, well that's fair." He said with a shrug, still smiling crookedly. He caught the flame, dancing it across his fingertips before putting it out with a brisk rub.
Henn arched a brow at this, nodding, "So, like he said, what could we getcha?"
He shrugged again, just leaning comfortably against the bar, "You're the one who makes them, what's your specialty?"
Henn's smile went crooked at that, almost devious, "Sit tight, I'll be right back."