Well, I guess it must be pretty weird getting any sort of flattery in this part of town.

[Given it was a part of town in which three grown men were happy to try and mug a teenager--it seemed appropriate to think one couldn't expect any sort of courtesy on a daily basis.

Hopping over the counter and behind the bar, Meliodas prodded at one of the taps, turned it on and then began pouring a frothy looking drink into a sparkling glass mug. He hadn't asked Kate what she wanted--

So, he began to drink it down himself before stopping and asking--]

Anyway, yeah, I work here. I own the place, too. So, what did you wanna drink?