"Unfortunately mobs aren't typically concerned with good taste, but then would they really be an angry mob if they were?" Molly was used to having to dodge the general 'tiefling' stereotypes so having a place genuinely looking at him and his merits instead was... well different. A little alarming, but different. He was willing to see how things went.

"You can absolutely win some stories from me if it means I get to enjoy your wonderful company more often. As I'm sure you've likely surmised clever as you are, I do like the sound of my own voice." Molly promised with a pleased clap of hands together and a muted jangle of bracelets. "But yes, let's scare up some food, head back to this lovely little safehouse of yours, and I will flatter you outrageously the entire time. It's always fun with an appreciative audience."

Honestly this bar was not the most dive-looking sort Molly had been in. So he had no issue with availing himself of whatever might be on offer, from a bottle or two of some sort of drink and something that would suit a couple meals. He had the coin for it at least, assuming this place didn't mind gold.