He grins affectionately down at her, laughing when she jokes about his age. "I'm thirty," he clarifies, as if he could ever be mistaken for fifty. He's not even going grey yet, but he supposes it's all the same to someone as young as her. He tilts his head at her, curious as he drops his arm from around her shoulders and leans against the bar.

"How did you know it was my birthday? I never told anyone here."