So help this barkeep if he dares make some sort of comment about Clara not being visible. Fortunately, he hasn't yet, so his limbs are all still fully attached. Trevor ain't magical one bit, so it must be some kind of glitch for the ghost-lady. But Trevor's none the wiser.

The lights flickering? Whatever. This place sucks. Trevor doesn't particularly notice either, too busy focusing on this wonderful woman.

He gives her a wide, terrifying smile once she says she wants what he's having. "Shit, good taste, too! Me and you need to get to know each other. Name's Trevor." He reaches out. Tries to take her hand and kiss it like a true gentleman. Whether or not he actually does is based on... a lot of things.