He shakes his head a little, and waves another rat over.

'It's not the bar that decides that. It's the Landlord, an' no one around here seems t'know who he is. Or if he exists.'

He orders more tea.

'The bar's just a normal bar, with a spell put on it. It didn' make this place.'

He's seen her terrified before, and not known it. All that stuff that scared her while he was still oblivious - he just put her erratic behaviour down to being female, and a bit barmy. Now he knows what it was about, but everything that happened gives her a justifiable reason to act weird.

'I said I'll ask about something I heard a while back. It'll be all right.'

His way of dealing with fear is to ignore it, and then do what you're scared of anyway. That's pretty much what policing requires anyway.