It may not be strange if it was any tavern, but this one, that smelled like a few choice things no lady had any business being around, she stood out like a coeurl in a chocobo paddock, or like a certain Dominant of Shiva in a brothel.

She had the action about her of someone either seeking him out or being on a similar mission. Either way, she'd made herself accessible and he was nothing if not a man of...opportunity.

"Well good evening, lass. You fancy a drink with every shady character who darkens this bar or am I a lucky one?"