Oh, wonderful. No need to worry about random bouts of violence, in that case. Not unless you're some sort of psychopath, but I suppose I can take a risk on that.

[ Not that Howl was terribly worried, but it does take a heap of pressure off them both to know they're on the same side, doesn't it. Although Howl had been regarding Byleth calmly before, a subtle tension in his posture dissipates as he looks at him now. ]

Yes, well... wherever it is that we are, it looks very much like my world. [ The bartender sets a pint of dark beer in front of Howl, sparing the pair a perplexed look before settling his gaze on Byleth and asking him what he's having. Howl gestures with a smile, telling him to order freely. ]