[He might well have ended up at least somewhat flustered from suddenly feeling her warm body against his and, moreso, her lips against his ear... if he hadn't just arrived at the same conclusion as her. He nodded and got up from his seat, mentally berating himself. Why was he so stupid?! He'd had one job!!]

Martin, I'll take the beer to go since the lady wants me to stop for tonight. I'll bring the glass back tomorrow.

[He grabbed two coasters and gave them to Elza so she could cover the top of both glasses - his eyes motioned for her to take her own drink along as well to more convincingly make it look like they were just leaving for a little private rendezvous outside, for those in the pub who hadn't been able to overhear but might be observing -, then put on his coat, waved goodbye at the bartender, and headed outside with her. As soon as the pub's door closed behind them he started doling out instructions as he took her drink from her - not his; that was the important one, and if he collapsed it'd spill.]

Sorry for the hassle, my bad. If it takes me out bring the beer to the police station for analysis, okay? Maybe they can at least narrow down which bastard it was and stop them from doing it again.

[He felt a little nauseous, but that might be just a result of knowing that he had ingested something bad - poison, a potion, whatever it was, he doubted that it was intended to do him any good.]