Tristan frowned, and he pressed his lips together unconsciously. Alright, this was beyond uncomfortable. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He felt attacked and called out, and felt some anger rise, though he hard learned early to restrain himself. Still, he had half a mind to just pay and walk away. He didn't though. He knew he shouldn't cause trouble, especially with people he didn't know. And so he resolved to eat his meal quickly and leave.

"I quite like it, sir," he lied obstinately. "And I assure you, I wouldn't talk negatively about your pub." Though he was beginning to see why he would. Anyway, he didn't have many people to talk to.