“Ah don’ think you knew what Ah meant, mate.” James narrowed his gaze with mirth clearly on his lips. “Quench me thirst an’ Ah ‘ill stop lookin’ at you.” Taking the bottle, he sloshed around the contents. “Where do you hail from?”
”..You’re not making your point clear.” Joe said flatly, fingers curling against the countertop almost dangerously. “I don’t hail from a particular place. I’m more of a drifter, but I’ve spent a good number of years of my life in London.”
"No need ta get miffed ‘ere.” He set the bottle down. “Ah am curious an’ Ah want ta know things. Is tat clear e'nough fer you?”
