Well. That's a whole lot of a lot.

"Brutus," the hand that isn't on his cane goes to shake hers, "fuck me you're a good one to know, ay? Bloody clever clogs here all over the uptake."

The brick of muscle is, however, about as dense as the rest of him would suggest, so if she's going to flirt she may have to do it harder.

"Definitely gonna need a drink after all that though- where's good?"