"Fine. Sure. I guess," Anthony said, eagerly awaiting the moment that this interaction will end they'll both go their own ways. Alas, with what he had just said, it seemed unlikely that it would end very soon.

Anthony was, of course, skeptical of the man and curious about his intentions. Noone sane just randomly offers to get some stranger to a pub, especially when there'd be a pretty high chance that said stranger is a bastard that would stab them. Granted, he wouldn't even try and stab him now that he knew he was a constable, but he was still feeling pretty squirrely. What if he accidentally stabs him? What if he's committed a crime right now and doesn't even know it? Shit. He doesn't want to be arrested.