A heat crept deeper across Damien as he became aware of the visual scrutiny that assailed him under Alyth’s watchful gaze and quirky smile, a smile he tried to return but with only partial success.  As Chris spoke, he flicked his eyes across the bar to the tall beverage with the promise of more than a little extra ‘Irish’, he nodded towards the barman and smirked; kind of relieved at the distraction as he needed a moment or two to ‘cool off’<br/><br/>Damien settled at the bar, and raised the glass to his lips, he wasn’t kidding, either about the strength or the quality in fact this was the best he had ever tasted and likely that showed in his eyes sparkle as he, somewhat coyly, turned his gaze to the focus of everyone else attention. He watched with the sort of curiosity that couldn’t be torn away as the other customer, Damien hoped he didn’t look like he was eavesdropping on the exchange between Alyth and Chris, but her words and the look that seemed to creep across his face as the first forkful melted against him.