Cledwynn, at least for a moment, was taken aback and by the utmost of shock. During his time in past lives, he hadn't had many good experiences with bartenders- or, rather, not just bartenders, but communities as a whole. Maybe it was his fault back then, but he'd not seen many positive faces, not ones like the face of the man before him. So this served to be quite the surprise- for this male's smile gave forth such an amicable aura about him. Not only that, but his voice was fittingly soothing too- not in the romantic sort of way, mind, he didn't swing that way.

Not entirely, at least. Not that he quite understood what he preferred. Though, who'd love a ghobot anyway? Yet, that was a monotonous monologue of a sonata for a different day. No one wants to hear about unrequited love that was never reached in the first place. Cledwynn didn't know what love was, anyway.

That aside, Cledwynn's attention was drawn back to the bartender like a tractor beam on an unsuspecting human specimen. Promptly, he let go of the man's hand, trying to avoid holding it for too long like an awkward walkabout.

He thought about what the man said for a moment, especially the line about the drunken telepath. Cledwynn knew immediately who he meant, and he glanced from the corner of his eye at the hulking mass of dragon-like specimen managing to talk to practically everyone at once. From the bartender's tone, Cledwynn deduced three things- 

one- that this dragon was intoxicated, and probably heavily so.
Two- that he- it- had to be annoying others at least somewhat.
Three- that this dragon was possibly only a bit of a nuisance WHEN intoxicated.

Cledwynn sure as hell hoped that he was only like that, if he was truly like that, when intoxicated. 

He wanted to give a bit of a chuckle at all this, but there was one more line from the man he had to address before he let himself forget. It was the last thing the man said.

Ah, yes. 'What can I get you?'

The words sent a twinge of disdain through his form, though. A frown crept upon his lips. He could even feel his devil's tails straighten out and stiffen via the combination of despair, embarrassment and overly dreadful disappointment he felt at the moment.

"I, uh.."

It was bad enough that he was already evasive to most things. He really disliked doing and saying things that had the chance to cause hubbub. Still, he inhaled, politely placing his hands behind his back.

"I don't have any money.."

He could feel the tails at his upper back droop slightly, laying against his skin. The man before him could say anything. He might ask, 'Well, why are you here if you have no money?' or something similar. Or he could tell Cledwynn flat-out to leave, and while that would be understandable, it wouldn't feel very nice.

His worry was heightened the more people came into the restaurant. A small man clad to the brim in clothing, and a sport jacket-wearing fellow accompanied by a small.. pink..? girl.. to name a few.

For now, Cledwynn ignored their presence. 

After all, it was obvious that the drunkard-dragon would certainly occupy them for the time being.