Ryan nods back to the bartender, taking another sip of his drink. It's been my experience that these can sometimes be a little difficult to perfect. But I don't recall having had one better in a very long time. His speech is quiet yet clear, and carries a tone that, while not exactly formal, is one that conveys an almost gentlemanly air.<br/><br/>He quietly sips his drink as he waits for his meal, his expression carrying a slight smile, but a continued study of him might reveal a slight...weariness showing through as he relaxes and the drink is, well, drunk. A feeling that he's seen a bit too much of the world than he would probably have wished to, perhaps.<br/><br/>He looks up as Tessa returns, his eyes lingering on her legs for a moment, not<em>quite</em>long enough to be particularly noticable, smiling and moving them up to her face as she arrives. Thank you, ma'am. And if this is half as good as it smells, this plate will probably be cleaned a good bit sooner rather than later. He winks.