"He's not a bloody fairy.  At least, not as far as I know.  He might very well have lied."  Iris says, hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"Fine wine is wasted on me.  I fancy whiskey, if you got it."  She responds to the invitation.  As Antonio mentions the owner's name, Iris slaps her forehead.  "Oi...you mean you're not the owner of this joint?"  She growls, rubbing her temples.