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Giles was in the bar. He still had the book of Enochian magic, but there was also a book of binding rituals.
Also the Silmarillion, and a book on Sumerian rituals of binding as well.
There was also a bottle of scotch and a glass on the table. The bottle and the glass definitely look used.

Hmmm... dare you approach?

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He tilts his head. "Us?"

"There are others from my world. I am only one part of it." He took another drink, and he definitely seemed more relaxed than even he was a few minutes ago.

Puck smiles at the man's relaxation. Drink is good for more than one thing.

"And you all fight against that darkness?" He hooks a chair from the next table over by stretching out his foot and sits in it, finger tracing the rim of his glass.

Yes it is, especially when one is need of a great distraction.

"We do, and we have succeeded many times." He idly observed Puck's finger moving along the rim as he lounged in his seat.

Puck, when he wishes, can be very, very distracting.

"They can't be too fond of you, then," he replies, smile turning wry. A long, slow drink of scotch empties the glass, and he licks the last of the alcohol from his lips.

"Demons and their ilk? No, I should think not. We're not letting them to destroy everything in sight, and slaughering people. What a tragedy!" Giles scoffed loudly. However he was paying attention to Puck since, yes distracting, and it was pleasent drinking with someone else.

Puck frowns.

"They run so rampant in your world?"

No wonder there aren't any fairies. He may be reaching for the bottle again in a moment.

"No, only because we keep them from doing so. They exist in clusters generally, and a Hellmouth attracts their kind. Why we've fought so many over the years." Giles finished his glass, and poured some more for both of them. He was mildly drunk now, and his accent thickened some while he spoke.

Puck raises an eyebrow, but doesn't stop Giles from pouring himself any more. He takes up his own glass and sips slow.

"You seem quite the unusual mortal, Rupert," he says, chin resting in one hand as he leans forward.

"I live an unusual and multifaceted life, Puck." Giles commented as he drank some more, and studied the being thoughtfully.

"Somehow, I think I had suspected that already," he replies with a low chuckle. For all that he appears unconscious of it, he certainly knows he is being observed.

"Because of my reading material, or something beneath the surface?" Giles asked curiously, leaning forward a little. And yes, true to his name, Giles was watching.

Curious as well, and perhaps a little teasing, he asks, "Do you think I've the power to see that?"

Giles thoughtfully replied, "I dimly recall some of your people's abilities, and that you do possess good sight as it were."

Leaning forward a little more, he asked, "What do you see?"

"Hmm."

Puck considers. Then, eyes sparkling, he says, "... Tea. Tea, and stronger drink too. Incense. Musty pages, worn wood-- sharp things, somewhere, and magic that's not your own ..." A smile. "You keep your secrets well."

He tilts his head.

"Do I see aright?"

Giles almost sobered a hair at that, but ah, wait, he had more scotch.

He drank some more, and evenly replied, "You do, almost too well."

He shrugs gracefully, still leaning forward. Watching.

"You asked. You surely know the dangers of asking, Rupert."

"Yes, well, that is the drawback of being curious. Yet I remain a seeker of knowledge regardless." He was likewise leaning forward and watching intently. "It is foolish not to learn something new whenever the opportunity presents itself."

"So long as you learn, and don't forget," he says wryly. "A lesson's hardly worth it if it need be learned twice."

"I completely agree, else the lesson loses its value."

Giles asked, "You seem rather wise, Puck, and I suppose you know of many lessons? Do you consider yourself a teacher then?"

He laughs.

"Oh, rarely am I accused of wisdom," he drawls, "and am likely not fit to teach anyone.

"Is it you who calls himself a teacher?"

"The wisdom of time's experience then?"

Giles nodded, still leaning forward, "I have been, among various functions and positions."

Oh, Puck's forward too.

"Really? What other positions have you held?"

Giles' eyebrows went up again at this, but he remarked, "Oh, trainer of physical disciplines and prowess, researcher. And I perform in my spare time on occasion, guitar, and I sing. To name a few."

Why the eyebrow-raising, Giles? Puck is totally innocent.

"Flexible?"