"What ho where?" he asks, following her gesture in the assumption that she's indicating something off in the distance, but finds himself immediately distracted by her rebuke.

Abashed, he puts his free hand to the back of his head, so that now he seems to be readjusting his neck by gripping both beard and cranium. "My, so many rules to learn. All right. Barmaids, then. That should do well enough, shouldn't it? Yes, yes, I think so." His hands at last release his head, though tomorrow he'll find an inexplicable crick in his neck from these shenanigans.