It was, in part, a test. To see how this distant man with his nice, worn clothes, would react to being led somewhere strange, old, and unconcerned by bar fights.

"Yes. I've visited a lot of the bars around here, and this nice, quieter than some of the others." A pause. "Usually." Another. "Unless I'm feeling rowdy." And then Reynard will shoot Fabian a mischievous grin and pull his drink closer.

"So. You were going to tell me about love and the consequences of its persuasion."