"I would certainly place a barkeep in charge if I ran things." Steed smile. "Perhaps we shall kill two birds with one stone? If nothing else, we can get something to drink."
He escorted her carefully across the room, for experience had taught him that appearances could certainly be deceptive, and things were not always as innocent as they seemed. Even something as seemingly harmless as a nursery and a bouncing ball could conceal a deadly enemy.
Once they'd reached the bar, Steed gently tapped upon it with his brolly, to draw the bartender's attention. "Two glasses of your best wine, and any information you care to impart," he instructed with a cheeky grin.