[His eyes slid shut for a moment, when he opened them again, the inscrutable mask he'd worn, the one that came with the unflappable calm he'd tried his best to cultivate over the last four years, was on again.]

It's nothing. [But he had learned a thing or two about going on the offensive himself.] I was just thinking...I don't know how long it has been for you but it's been four years for me and I'm glad to meet you here.

[Also, he sees you looking between the bar and the teahouse...and he's thoroughly prepared to argue in favour of the teahouse.]