Rhys cast the bartender— who he knew fairly well at this point, a glace of disbelief, but let the woman speak anyway, keeping his eyes resolutely on her face. He was a softy on the inside, but he was no idiot either. Unfortunately this was not a clear-cut situation in which he knew who to believe straight away.

"Would you like to make a formal report about that?" A false report would be hard to disprove, but it could also get her in trouble if it were the case. It wasn't that Rhys suspected she was lying, but it was sort of hard to believe a lady was out so late and drinking in public if she didn't have a looser set of morals. "I feel as though I should ask around to make sure you haven't misplaced it." Or if the barkeep happened to notice if she'd come in with it at all. He needed more information here and he wondered how best to go about this.