[Demeisen is starting to suspect more than a little that this young man is either dense, or considerably eccentric. Having met a fair number of both, he’s picking up some similarities; no one else could maintain such an impenetrable blanket of pure, undaunted cheer.]

Actually, I’m intending to ditch you at the door, [he corrects him, turning in his seat so he can lean against the bar. Puzzlement mixes with the irritation on his face, narrowing his eyes.]

You’re a weird kid. Why aren’t you bothering one of the other tourists, instead? There’s more than a few sociable types in here.

[He is notably not including himself.]