"Guy" flinches from the light having been caught completely off guard. The black figure stands motionless for a half a moment before sweeping into a deep, theatrical bow, the hand with the cigarette held out perhaps a tad more gracefully than was expected.

"My thanks! But, pray, excuse me. I fear the bartender has misplaced the beer and I have promised to help him find it."

With that, the cape is swished once more towards the bar.