At the mention of something to drink, Isaac chuckled softly and nodded lightly as he followed behind into the pub. Heading for stool at the bar, he would slip onto one and watch the countess with interest. For some odd reason, as he tried to figure he out, he came down to conclusion she was like her husband in some way. He was definitely one for hiding things. When it came to answering questions, he was vague, so he assumed she was the same, but who was he to pry. After all he was just a guest here. He knew the count, so, if he felt like he wasn't saying what exactly what he was doing, he could call him out on it. Her, he barely knew and couldn't do the same as he did him.
So, without further prying into how her day was he, he decided he would change the subject to something more.... He wasn't sure. Something random.
"You have such a quiet place here. It's different, yet, it's relaxing in a way. I'm use to the halls full of life. People huddled together, wall to wall. Elbow to elbow. Surprisingly, I'm enjoying it."