Simon, to his credit, did not obviously turn to look or fumble his cigarette as the older man walked over to the bar and inspected the window. In fact, there was practically no visible reaction despite the fact that Simon could definitely smell something... [i]fae[/i] about him.

He wasn't fae himself, clearly, and the scent wasn't... fresh. But it was there. Humans interacted with fae all the time, of course, but this was more. Something... longer. It was hard to put to words, but it was pulling at Simon's curiosity too hard for him to let it go.

Simon waited roughly a minute before looking up at the man. He was well-dressed and seemed sharp of mind, and Simon had been a Wild Hunter long enough to see what some fae called 'iron of the soul' in him. In other words, best not to hassle him. But Simon was curious, so it didn't really matter.

He waited another second before making a quick judgment. "There was a fight," he said, pretending to fiddle with his lighter instead of looking the well-dressed man in the eyes. "Only a few minutes ago, too - you just missed it." He paused a second. "Simon. You?" He offered the man a cigarette to punctuate the question, finally looking him in the face.