Lazarus 

Lazarus looked up at the sign again. It wasn't all that long ago, but it felt like an age had passed. He felt like a different person. He was going to say something, but he paused. "Yeah... I know you are." Came from his mouth instead. "Shall we?" He opened the door for her. They were greeted by the staff as phoenix wing wizards. They were seated. He was about to remove his jacket, when he remembered. He didn't wear a jacket anymore. Taking off this animal pelt over his shoulders would leave his entire torso exposed. His face turned red before he distracted himself. "Let's get some drinks shall we?" He tried to wave a waiter down.