After a moment's consideration Russell opened his eyes just a little to gaze at Raven before asking softly, "Would it be a Chameleon?" In the same instant he remembered himself and quickly faced the bar not meaning to spoil the game. 'Traveling' often left him out of sorts, he would need to find a place to relax soon if he didn't wish wind up offending somebody. Convinced that she would glance his way he quickly pressed his drink to his lips.