Eddie hasn't missed a single bit of their return, Bar-hopping mouse notwithstanding. It wasn't technically his shift tonight, but given the news he'd gotten earlier he figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep an eye on things.

He eyes the blond guy with interest as he approaches. Some kind of royalty, Cuthbert had said, from another world. "Nothing like making an entrance." He keeps his tone easy and light, and keeps his hands busy polishing a glass with a towel.