Gears click in Ermon's head while he listens to the girl talk: the reason why he couldn't quite remember her is because Einstein was hanging in the Cool Dude corner while he was hearing about his Cabal's imminent dissipation. Depressing. He thinks of taking a big gulp but quickly reconsiders. THe company is pleasant enough to raise his spirits even without alcohol:
"Yep, now I remember. You must have spirit, not being that long in the city and getting that kind of a job... Lots of responsibility, I personally am happy with being a Factotum at the moment".
At her mention of not meaning to meet other Mages, the Warlock smiles that honest smile he's been taking advantage of for half his life:
"So why don't you drop the mojo and let me buy you a drink? Sound spells aren't perfect and talk of Magic is often depressing, anyway. We can pretend I'm just a guy chatting up a cute girl at the bar", - the smile grows a bit wider, - "What do you think?"