Coffee, tea, whatever strikes Fenris's fancy. The point is offering him something rather than standing here glaring at everything.

Plus, Rhys actually is working some pretty long shifts, and he's got to keep his own energy up. He could really use a muffin or something right now, if he's going to be wrangling stray visitors. Especially ones that were armored and had been drinking.

Rhys gives a small, dry smile, and nods. A little cautious trust is all he's asking, and it's not a surprise that Fenris won't allow a stranger behind him. Beside is just fine, and Rhys starts down the street. "I'm going to guess that you're used to fighting for a living," he says, glancing sidelong at the elf. It's probably a complete understatement, but...well, it is a pretty obvious conversation starter.