Isak glanced over his shoulder at Ives from the doorway. He caught a quick glimpse of the fingers and felt a slight lurch in his stomach before he turned back around and took another sip of the whiskey.

"As long as you happy and enjoying yourself, that is what matters," he said, braving another look. He was relieved to see the fingers gone by that point, so he came back and stood near the table, leaning against the wall.