Pavel smiled, upon hearing the Czech comment.
"Yeah, I think I know a decent place. Should be good to go really." Pavel said, looking over his shoulder as he led the way to the lift, to go back downstairs and down to the ground level. He felt like a drink- he hadn't had one in a long while, and a nice creamy larger would do him plenty of good. Or maybe several. He didn't know, but as a Czech, it was almost a responsibility to like the real Pils that originated from this region of the world. None of that Budweiser stuff for him- only the real thing, the local thing really cut it, and he particularly liked to have that good taste in alcohol.
"Not many drunks there, it's upmarket but still the best you'll see of beer culture here." Pavel said, adjusting his hair as he pressed the button, taking them down.

As the doors opened, and they were at the ground level of the not-so-special hotel, Pavel led the way out, turning to check if Ariana was there.
"That last thing was a hoot. Got the pair out of there without too much blood. I hear the Germans are going to pay well, they don't like the fact that there's a mess, but you know how it is. We'll just have to deal with it, and they got their people back, so I couldn't care less until I get paid." Pavel said, walking out onto the evening streets of Prague, just across a road towards a pedestrianized street, where Pavel knew he'd find his bar, the wet tiles having a few puddles but the sky now turning a greyish haze of orange, the sun slowly coming down now.
"Liam's a good man, I can tell you that much. I don't fully agree with him sometimes, but he knows how not to get people killed on your side and kill everyone else. Tough fucker, can't believe he still goes on without that left leg of his." Pavel said, holding her hand in a friendly, less romantic gesture. Something to show that he wanted to keep her safe, although real reasoning would have said she would have been fine herself.
"I've seen him a few times, he seems to really enjoy this line of work. I can't say the same, it's the money. Just that you get paid a lot more for fucking doing shit that security can sometimes handle, but you can tell why they need us. When shit hits the fan, I don't really know of many other soldiers in the regulars that would be able to put up with it." Pavel said, as they walked down the pedestrianized street, the cobbled path leading to a square of sorts, where Pavel knew his bar was near. Ariana to him felt close, something valuable. He liked her, to say the least- she seemed like quite a pleasant woman be around, and most importantly of all, wasn't like his ex-wife. Just some grabber of fortunes, she seemed like someone who Pavel could trust through the good times and the bad. In some ways, Pavel had done far too much, too young. He had a kid, a wife that he had already divorced and still was only 25. In comparison, he knew Liam hadn't done any, and he was 37 after all. That perplexed him, but somehow, he knew they were all different.