Quentin looked up when he felt movement beside him, the soft thud of footsteps meeting his ears. His eyes drew up the legs - nice - and over the body and all the way up to the face - a face he knew rather well. A grin of his own formed when he realized who was standing next to him.
"Hello Nessie," he said, the name always amusing him endlessly, making him think of large reptiles. "Eyebrows still in fact, I see. Pity," he said, closing an eye in a wink. The bar was crowded, so he slid off his stood. "Have a seat," he offered, because it was always polite to offer a seat to a lady, especially a pretty lady.