Charles was hardly what anyone would consider a gifted actor. He felt his husband well before he saw him, and had to fight tooth and nail to subdue a smile. He reinforced his shields, as well. It wouldn't do to spoil the game before it had even properly begun. He drained his glass, raising two fingers to catch the bartender's attention. "The same as before. Thank you, darling." His gaze cut briefly to his... to the stranger approaching the bar. Of course. He certainly didn't recognise that suit, or have delicious memories attached to it. He gave a deliberate once over before turning his attention back to the bartender. Michelle, if he'd heard her correctly. He hid another smile with a drag from his cigarette.