Whoopsie. Odhrán got the distinct impression that Mr Ministry was anything but impressed with his antics. Really, he should have seen that coming. What had he been thinking? After all, just the way the young man carried himself spoke volumes about him. Odhrán received the image of a court room scene followed another flash of the bar's back room. Really, he was gonna come for him for a casual surface scan? Yikes, where was that guy's sense of fun and adventure? Oh, well, if he wanted to play that way Odhrán would yield. The last thing he needed was trouble with the ministry. They were annoying enough already; the situation needed no further escalation.
He watched the other man leave and was giving a look backwards as if to ascertain that he had understood. Odhrán gave the young wizard a vague nod, indicating that he would follow in a moment. It was a strange strategy for making an arrest. Who went ahead and waited for the perpetrator to tag along after? Odhrán let the thought percolate while taking a last sip from his glass. As far as he was concerned, he might as well enjoy the last of his whiskey before dealing with this mess of a situation. Merlin, he needed a break. The work at the clinic was breaking him. Maybe, two or three weeks away somewhere quiet and tranquil would make all the difference.
Odhrán got up and a couple of moments later and followed the other man to the indicated location. He still didn't know what to make of the man. Maybe he was just interested in a chat? That would be nice, after all it had been Odhrán's initial intention. Then again, could it be that the other wizard had some sort of proposal? This wouldn't have been the first time that somebody had approached Odhrán about a less than legal business opportunity. Or maybe it was some sort of arrest or warning - though if it was that didn't make an awful lot of sense. He'd been given every chance to back out and run away. It was this little facet of things he found rather intriguing.
Being beyond certain that the other was not just an occlumens, but also a legillimens, he went through the familiar exercise of clearing his mind as he walked. His thoughts were adrift, moving easily, flowing naturally. His sister, some of the patients he had seen at his clinic recently, an unsuccessful treatment attempt he was rather upset about, his home in Arranmore. There were other thoughts that he elegantly stuffed below the surface. Patients in trouble with the ministry, potentially wanted by the law. He left the thoughts about his earlier surface scan at the top. If the guy investigated his mind again, he would expect to find those. It was better to let him focus on this minor offense, than have him digging around for more as there was more to be found.
When Odhrán stepped into the back room, he couldn't help but let out a mirthful chuckle. Clearly, this space was normally used for social functions if the wedding decorations and flower garlands were anything to go by. It was more spacious and much more cheerful than what he'd pictured upon receiving the other man's image. Perhaps, an indication that the younger wizard had never been here before either and therefore also hadn't known what the room looked like from the inside. Still, it was strange to be in this floral and pastel coloured fantasy together with another man.
"Charming location," Odhrán commented. "I hope you're not planning on proposing to me, Ministry. I prefer the ladies." He hoped his attempt at humour would diffuse the situation and be taken as a peace offering. "And I suppose I should apologise. Long day at work, struggling to switch off." Seeing how he had taken a moment to prepare, he felt unconcerned about looking at the other man's face and making eye contact. If he tried something strange, Odhrán was prepared to handle it.