Jesper likes the feel of this tavern. Feels like home. He pilfered an untouched drink from a table too busy to notice one missing and wanders around taking the place in.

That’s when he sees her, perched at the bar, and he can’t stop himself. He approaches, full charm turned on as he slides onto the barstool next to her. He spins on it just enough to be able to lean his arm against the bar top, facing her. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Cheesy? Maybe. But girls liked that sort of thing.

Well.
Some girls.
He’s not sure it would be the sort of thing to work on someone like Nina. Or Inej.