[ When Byleth steps forward, he inevitably draws the attention of the other dozen people in the pub. Howl gives him the same quizzical stare as the bartender, and after a shrug, gestures him over with one hand. ]

Ah, yes. It's obvious now that I look at you. Come on over here, friend, and have a seat.

[ Once Byleth is sat on the bar stool beside him, Howl leans his chin into one hand and studies him curiously. ] Don't believe I've met you yet. I'm Howl. Which side are you on, then?

[ Asked completely casually, as if inquiring about the weather. Howl has no intention of picking a fight with him either way, but they both may as well be up front about it now. ]