Felix picks them a spot at the quieter end of the bar, somewhere it'll be easier to hear one another speak without being interrupted by other people's orders. He's not asking for a drink just yet- rather he asks for some warm water and a clean cloth. He gets wipes instead, since Katsuya's idea of a first aid kit is slightly more advanced than his. Either way, Jim barely gets a chance to sip his drink before Felix is tugging him to look at the conjurer and get his face cleaned.

"So, would either of you mind telling me about this over-excitable suitor?" The irritation seems to have left his voice, and he just sounds idly curious. He gives Isidor a glance. "Strictly between ourselves, of course. I feel like the the bard who's stumbled in halfway through the second set."