You know me well already. Queen and country, tea and cricket.

[It's a shame Guy hasn't found his own clothes yet, for his appearance is utterly ridiculous for what he's been able to gather. Being a shorter man, his suit seems to dwarf him, wrinkled and bunching around his ankles and wrists, the trouser cuffs scuffled and torn from dragging. His tie has been pulled at, and it's quite clear he's slept in his ensemble. Not out of choice, but nothing about him would give evidence to that other than perhaps assumptions based in stereotypes that being a Brit, he's far too posh for that.

It wouldn't be wrong.]

You seem to think your presence alone brings me to the bar. Sorry to disappoint you, F.E. Homo Sapien.

[His smirk hasn't disappeared, so despite his petty choice of address, he seems satisfied and amused that Tony joined him.]