"Well, I've never seen a fairy before." Shrieky answers simply. He'd seen many, many dragonflies though. He leans against the bar, still watching her as she orders her drinks, because really, what else here is even remotely worth watching? As she turns back to him, he catches sight of her irises, and tilts his head, staring into her eyes and trying not to loose sight of them again, "Yes, I'm alone. I only arrived here a few weeks ago, so most days I just walk around the city trying to get my bearings. Only, when I came past here, I heard the music, so I decided to come in."

He smiles a little carefully, closing his fingers around the stem of his glass. Does that explanation make it seem less strange to be getting drunk on his own? He doesn't really pay it any mind.