He smiled, it was a touch shy, someone not used to being checked out anymore. It showed in the off handed fidgeting with both the beer glass and mild drumming of his fingers on the table. Sadly, the oil stains were still on his nails. He could never get them cleaned off for anything.

"It's a nice place, I suppose." He answered before a laugh finally escaped. "That explains it. You do have an accent. I had a feeling it was California. I've lived in the City of Angel's the past decade or so. Los Angeles." He didn't see a need to clarify, most knew it was LA. He shifted so he could look at the crowd, holding the beer as he put his back to the bar. His eyes going back to her each time he or she spoke. "Yes, it's my first party here. Its almost a little too rich for me, but free drinks, who turns that down?"