“So...” – he almost clears his throat after one word, trying to sound as confident and carefree as possible. Of course he wasn't afraid that you would send him to hell, pfft, no. Definitely not.

The witches and warlocks of this bar did not give him confidence with their heavy presence. Ellik glanced back just in case, although he had no idea why, because everyone was busy with their own fun. His boot was tapping on the floor. and he tried to stand up straight.

Ahem. Be a man, goddamit.

“Y'know, if you are bored... I can keep you company. Just sayin'.”