Olaf keeps close to her, though with just the hint of distance to make sure he's not intruding too much. She's a beautiful girl who knows alcohol and has a nightclub. He needs to be careful on this one. He leans over her shoulder, grinning as he watches her hands. "You look like a professional," he praises. "I bet you've had a bunch of practice. I take it you've also kicked a bunch of punters out, too?"