"Fair enough," he replied, not one to judge the opinions or preferences of others. Declan lifted a shoulder in a shrug, adding, "Yeah, I imagine it would be pretty amusing to watch you both get flustered because of it."
It was a bit sarcastic, the comment, but he belatedly offered her a smile, as if expecting her to be upset about it. He extended his arm, though, when she said that it would be okay for him to take her there himself. In the back of his mind, though, he had to note that the girl was one of the naive ones he usually avoided. She had assumed, without any proof, that he would actually take her to the Leaky, and that he did, in fact, own the place.
It wasn't like he was lying, of course. But it struck a nerve within him, making him frown at the fact that she accepted it so easily. Declan kept his concerns to himself, though, never one to offer unwanted advice. Especially not to women like this one. Regardless, he waited until she had reached out to hold onto his arm, then turned on his heel and tore them away from the cold street and into the warm safety of the Leaky Cauldron.
Declan didn't wait long before pulling away, lifting a hand to offer a wave when someone sent him a greeting from across the room. Giving Anya a gesture that suggested she should follow him, Declan made his way behind the bar.
"Want anything specific? Or should I just get out a bottle of something?" he asked, gesturing to the options on the wall behind him.