It's not so much the idea that Vax does this a lot that strikes Bob as a funny detail so much as the mention of magic. Had the born and bred Londoner not already seen things that have blown his little thug mind, maybe he'd have more to say about that.

But the shit he's seen already? He lets it breeze past him for now, more than content to not peer all too closely at how messy his brain feels. He's positively chipper as he grins at his now date.

"Drinks," he confirms in agreement and resists the urge to pull one of those knives from the boards as a just in case should they find trouble later. It pays to be prepared, after all.

"Er, wait. Which way's drinks?"