Oliver smiled as his brain went dirty at the thought of the usual too, but he managed to shift the look into something more presentable as he looked down at Georgie, tilting his head to the side as if considering. "Slow, so far. But slow is good in this line'a work. Hope it stays that way." Like that would happen.
"Actually," he sighed as if he was sorry, turning his gaze back to Edwin. "I need to borrow the talents of your lovely wife for a little while." He winked, pushing himself off of the bar. He tapped two fingers against the wood before he made his way slowly toward the back room, keeping his eyes on the barkeep. "Hold onto that glass, though. I'll be back around."