Saronsen raises his brows, looking towards the voice. He smirks briefly, picking up the pink liquid without hesitation. Real men can handle pink. "I look rich? It wasn't something else that gave it away?"He glances towards the Bartender."If you could bring the miss here whatever she likes, I'm more than happy to pay for it." He peers back at her, eventually managing to put out the flame and drink from his glass.