It's difficult to miss the quiet sort of melancholy that settles over Kell's face as they step into the bar. It's a curious look with the promise of alcohol so near, but Sirius chooses not to press. At least for now.

Particularly when he speaks again, his smile slipping into a frown of utter confusion. "Hang on, are you saying there's more than one London?" he says, his forearms resting against the edge of the table as he stares again at Kell. "And what is this Arnesian Empire?"