"A pint of anything you'd like," Sirius replies, watching as the man rubs at his chest before, the worry on his face melting, if only briefly, to a smile when he meets Sirius's eyes once more. "There's no firewhiskey here, I'm afraid, or at least not that I've found, but the Muggle ale is fine enough. Provided you try that stuff that doesn't taste like piss."

Sirius has yet to try every last pub in Darrow, but he's been to a fair few in his short time here so far and has started a mental list of the ones worth revisiting.

He turns to look at the bloodied wall again, considering. "Probably should clean up this mess," he says before glancing at the man -- Kell -- out the corner of his eye and grinning slightly. "Then again, I like the idea of it causing some intrigue. Must you use blood every time? Or is it merely for show?"

It is quite a show, Sirius will say that.