Odin dismisses his brother with a hand gesture. "Go then.. do one of those things." He sounds irate trying to get the boy's attention focused elsewhere. Fenrir however is glued to the male tugging his arm. "You know.. It may seem a little foreign for a war hero, or whatever, but it's not that hard to go over there, and talk to her. Instead of hoping she notices you in a soon to be packed bar." What he said was true. Patrons had slowly started to drift in. Regulars returning from work, and other people needing just a bit of stress relief from the mundane reality of life.<br/><br/>"You're the one talking about her, not me." Odin says turning to the hooded woman. "You want another..?" He says from across the room loud enough for her to seat, and makes a motion to the stool next to him with a cant of his head. "C'mon then.. haven't got all night to play these games."