"An' here I thought no one in here was hangin' on my every word?" He smirks in that lopsided way of his.

It's odd, how different and yet oh so similar his looks are. His eyes are the same, as are his laugh lines. The nose is oversized, a sign that it hasn't yet been broken, and rebroken, and broken again. And while he's the same size, he's hardly the same shape. Age, recovery, and a few years at the bottom of a bottle gave him a far more turtle'shaped physique than he started with.

Well, not originally started with.

"No witch. The uh...Bar herself kind of...well, she likes to play pranks, an' apparently thinks this one is a riot."