"Great minds, great tastes as they say, Mr. Trevor." To his credit and his luck(?), he is able to hold her hand for a second there. Clara is concentrating on sitting down, making her touchable to the rest of the world. She's also very chilly upon touching but that's clearly the pub's terrible wiring or something.

Clara, for her part, is getting flustered again and tries to say something, maybe a polite 'you're so sweet but no thank you' or maybe just pull her hand back and claim she has the flu, but someone intervenes at the worst time.

The bartender gets back to Trevor with the drinks he's ordered and just in time to Trevor and... and... and he has no idea what to do so he just ends up staring for a second before he politely clears his throat. At that very second he knows he's made a terrible and wishes he took up a retail job instead of here. "Sir? U-Um? I think you may have had one t-too many tonight."