"Would you care for a pint?" he asked with a raised brow. "It's the least I can do for you showing me about." He moved inside and held the door open for him, not the way a gentleman would a lady, but having entered first and just done the polite thing. He was not aware of the status of the man. Taking a page, unbeknownst to him, from Bill's book, he was in the mood for Fish and Chips, himself. "And perhaps Fish and Chips?" He would hold the door open for as long as the other man needed to make a decision, stepping out of the way for others every now and then.