He'd been counting on things remaining relatively calm, well, as calm as it could be with all the alcohol milling about. The atmosphere of the tavern was changing so rapidly, though, much to both his displeasure and amusement. The jumbled claims being thrown across the room honestly were quite ridiculous, but it just made it that much sweeter to listen to. Besides the sudden increase in volume everything was just peachy as far as Keir was concerned. That little bubble of contentness was quickly burst as he felt arms coiling around him, practically holding him in place on his seat.
"Eh?" Glancing to the side, he couldn't see the stranger at his back but the words whispered at his ear were strangely tantalizing, invasive as it was. A hug? That was a first for him as far as others's reasoning for invading his personal space, not that he cared at all to maintain any sort of barrier for it. What he did care about was that the stranger was taking some of his drink. A lighthearted smile was there as he forced his glass back down, though the shouting and smashing across the room had him wincing for the burst of noise at his ear. In the time it took him to recover from this distraction, though, the other man had already slipped away and had disappeared back into the crowd at his back.
He was certain he hadn't heard that voice before, which wasn't all that uncommon in the port town, but there was something different about it, something he just couldn't place a finger on just yet. By the time he'd slung himself around in his seat with his drink kept resting against his thigh Ainsley was already far ahead of his line of sight. Scanning the room, Keir's eyes skipped from person to person before his eyes settled for a moment on the jumpy man hopping between tables and making himself out to look either extremely drunk, extremely silly or, probably most-likely, a combination of both with a heavy favor toward the former. Shaking his head with a wry smile he assured himself, "Wasn't that one," without further hesitation.
His spot at the bar was actually quite favorable, he thought, at least to stay out of the mess of senseless fighting that now ensued amongst the drunken men. Leaning back as he continued to sip from his glass, Keir scanned over the people in the tavern once more before deciding that his mystery thief was probably gone and, in thinking such, he rocked himself back around to put his back to some of the more grating noises, from crushing furniture to smashing pottery and glass. Waving over the barman, he got himself another glass to wait out the turmoil, though he figured he'd probably need quite a bit more before things finally settled down enough that he could make it across the room without being pulled into something.