There's no such thing as secrecy inside a bar... unless of course, one turns lies into truth.
A waitress brought Sentry a glass of "Council Cognac", while he responded to Nighthawk, smiling: Just having a drink...
He slowly sipped from his drink, then placed it on the corner of the table and started listening to the song played by "The Crayterians" - quite the old music, but never old enough not to love it.