"You could say that," Jon answered. Long life more like.
From the other end of the bar, one of the regulars slurred something unintelligible to most, but Jon knew what was required. " 'Scuse me for one second, Mrs. Mal-I mean Miss Black," he said, then went about making a fresh coffee for the drunk who'd have to leave soon. Once the man had his coffee, Jon rejoined Narcissa.
"Everything good?" he asked, just as he would any other patron while checking up on them.