Greg noticed Ilia coming in and he couldn't help but let his eyes lock onto her for a noticeable bit longer than usual, though it was likely too far away for her to notice. Hopefully the upcoming smoke and crowdedness had concealed the event from the view of other guests. It was his very first time in this bar, but he had enough knowledge about body language and facial expression to suspect that the bartenders and other personnel were quite happy about her appearance. The reason for it he didn't know however.

"Just give me what's at hand, I'm not choosy today." Greg replied with a gentle smile. He really wasn't, but aside from that he wanted to make sure to her that the short delay didn't bother him. He tried to let his smile just be an indication of that and not something else like... a silly hit on. The sleeve of his wide shirt was stretched almost to its limit by the biceps underneath it as Gregor lead his hand up to his chin for some unwitting scratching. He quickly brushed the outcoming debris down from the table.

The blonde man looked around, not trying to stare at anyone. The growing number of people behind his back made him feel a bit less comfortable, but he should have known that even before he had placed himself on that stool. Not that Greg was really afraid of anything, but it was a natural reaction to him. A series of loud coughs rocked his body as he was waiting for the drink.