Elijah grinned eagarly at Kay and shrugged his shoulders as he gave her hands in his a squeeze. "Well I hadn't really thought of an exact place," he said. "As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter where we go."

He was about to say something more, when he felt a tap on his shoulder from someone behind him. He turned around in his chair and looked up to an older sort of witch. The light in the pub didn't show it too well, but Elijah would make out the hints of scars curving around this womans face. Her eyes which were behind a pair of glasses showed a hint of annoyance and.... disgust? What on Earth could this woman's business be with him?

Elijah raised an eyebrow at the woman and blinked at her. "Can I erm... help you, ma'am?" he asked calmly.