Huh. Not hopelessly hung up on Magnus and hitting on her. Two points in his favor. Kate can do subtle, but she's not seeing the point. Her gaze flicks down his body - he's tall - and back up. He's kind of easy on the eyes in a gruff, older guy way.

"I might." She grabs the stool next to his and catches the bartender's eye, giving a quick lift of her chin for another round. "But if tall, stacked and British is your type..." There's just a tiny hint of something there on top of the obvious invitation to look a little closer. A suggestion that Kate's not immune to Magnus either. She's not, but she's just layering it for him.