[His sneer softened when Walt referenced his girlfriend, the sharpness in his frown giving way to wide eyed anxiety. Oh, it was easier to dismiss and hiss when Abduxel was on the line, the demon knew both factions quite well -- but Raina? She provoked something more protective within Chilton's ribcage. He had to deflect.]

Come now -- you seem to be projecting a little.

[The psychiatrist did not remove his wrist, however, from Walt's iron clench. His downcast gaze slipped from Walt's borrowed face to Walt's borrowed chest, and soon to a corner of the floor. Chilton could only imagine what this scene looked like to the other patrons who happened to glimpse.

Chilton licked at his lips, hastening to conjure some additional retort:]

Besides. Practically everyone is junior to you, Walt. It's an unfair comparison between us.

[Some measure of dignity returned, sure, but Chilton was still held captive in public. At last he looked towards the bar, his brow creasing.]

Should we not find some seating...?

[It was more asking permission than suggesting.]