He is visibly stunned at Achille walking over to him, seemingly so intent on making contact once more. He waited a moment, unsure if he should remain stationary or progress to Achille and meet half way.
Indecision won the day.
He remained planted, waiting for Achille.
"What could he possibly want? This isn't going to be a joke is it?" he thought, slightly suspect of Achille's sudden change in interest level. Things became all the stranger when his conversation partner went low, remaining crouched in such a bizarre manner while talking.
"To the bar?-agh!" he said right as Achille took him and began physically moving him to the bar.
"For a drink? Umm . . ." he stammers out, momentarily forgetting his new conviction to be more assertive.
He kicks himself mentally, "Come on Benny! This is your chance to show him that you are worth talking to. He came over here all by himself, show him that it wasn't a waste of time." his new internal guide began telling him. His indecision was soon almost totally removed by what, at best, could be called a curious expression.
"So, what do you want to talk about then? Must be good to leave that woman I saw you were with."he said, lightly resembling the way Achille seemed to talk down to people when asking such questions.
