It's true, Childermass has seen her around at events, even going so far back as Norrell's first foray into territory politics and the celebratory party they had thrown afterwards. Though he can't quite say for certain who or what exactly she is. Though judging by the company she's calling out for him from, another witch perhaps?
He glances over to her and gives her a once-over, trying to place her name and failing before nodding slightly. "I am well," he responds. "And you, Ms...?"
"Kathryn-- Yuen." Still smiling, she tilts her head to try and gauge his mood. It'd be easier if he wasn't so impressively dour. Not one to be turned away by a little stand-offishness, her expression turns a little wry, "you know how a bottle or three of wine and a good night out does for a person's mood."
Or does he? It's kind of hard to imagine him enjoying anything openly.
Whatever. Kathryn glances around and then looks back at him, expression a little concerned, "are you drinking alone tonight?"
Childermass enjoys himself on his own time, in his own way. Not that it's
anybody's business but his own, as far as he's concerned. He shrugs a
little in response to the question, not really giving it much thought
before replying, "I had been, yes." He glances up at the woman, and the way
that she had approached him, the way she is leading in, and wonders if she
wants something. Still, he supposes a little company couldn't hurt.
"I could be persuaded otherwise, I suppose," he says, his lips quirking
into a half smile as he gestures at a free seat by him.
Not bad. Kathryn nods and retrieves her bag from the table before she comes back and slides into the offered seat, making herself comfortable with her glass of wine before she gives him a thoughtful look, looking over his face for a moment before she speaks.
Childermass quirks a smile in response to the question and shrugs a little in turn. "Only when I find myself otherwise lacking in company," he responds, picking up his lager and watching her over the rim of it himself.
"What about yourself? Do you make it a point of talking to strange, lonely men in bars, perchance?" he asks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye as he does.
He's better at this than she would've guessed. If one were totally just planning to try and be pretty and use that to pump information out of a guy, they might question how easy that's going to be now. If that was the sort of thing they did.
Kathryn, for her part, offers a soft laugh, "depends on how strange they are."
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He glances over to her and gives her a once-over, trying to place her name and failing before nodding slightly. "I am well," he responds. "And you, Ms...?"
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Or does he? It's kind of hard to imagine him enjoying anything openly.
Whatever. Kathryn glances around and then looks back at him, expression a little concerned, "are you drinking alone tonight?"
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Childermass enjoys himself on his own time, in his own way. Not that it's anybody's business but his own, as far as he's concerned. He shrugs a little in response to the question, not really giving it much thought before replying, "I had been, yes." He glances up at the woman, and the way that she had approached him, the way she is leading in, and wonders if she wants something. Still, he supposes a little company couldn't hurt.
"I could be persuaded otherwise, I suppose," he says, his lips quirking into a half smile as he gestures at a free seat by him.
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"Drink alone a lot?"
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"What about yourself? Do you make it a point of talking to strange, lonely men in bars, perchance?" he asks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye as he does.
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Kathryn, for her part, offers a soft laugh, "depends on how strange they are."