Keir winced as the air seemed to still, a deafening silence surrounding the pair and making the sound of rain on the nearest windows more audible. He needed to get out of that tavern. Maybe it would have been better if he dragged Ainsley along with him before he got himself or the both of them in trouble. It wasn't like it really was a concern anyway, he could always skip down the coast to the next town for a while until people forgot about the incident. For the moment, though, he needed to at least try to guide him back to grace.
He looked down at him with a weary gaze, flickering his eyes between the siren and their glowering barkeep to try to silently signal to his companion that he should watch his mouth. "No, I do not," Keir chided gently in a whisper much more appropriate in tone for their company. "But you're welcome to ask if you're so concerned." The last was only meant in jest but he regretted it the moment the words had left his lips. He wouldn't put it past him to try.
"Eat your breakfast," Keir added quickly instead, hoping he could coax the man to be reasonable about something for just once.