Slouching, Ilariy rested his forearms upon the counter. He took the change and receipt semi-cautiously, and stuffed it back into his side pocket; keeping his gaze upon the counter-top. At mention of a drink, he glanced up; baring his teeth in a broad grin. "Y's. Tv'o s'g'rs v'ld be a n'ce tr't, if you c'ld," he remarked, raising his brows in a friendly show of flirtation.<br/><br/>His body having relaxed from the usual tension, he dipped his head to pull up his hands and rub at his temples; sighing. He couldn't seem to have one decent day, though talking with the girl had lightened his mood. And his usual headache wasn't as severe. The voices just a little bit quieter. His thoughts just a little bit less rushed.