Claudia acknowledged the point with a small nod, but said, "Well, I've no intention of going blind at all, so it's rather a moot point. But since my train of thought has been so..." an eyebrow went up slightly, "charmingly derailed, I think my corneas are safe enough for the evening, yes?"

A waitress passed by and placed a fresh full mug of dark beer on the table, Claudia absently nodding her thanks. Trading the old for the new, she sat back and sipped, adding afterwards, "So. What brings you to my table then? I'm sure it's not just a passing concern for optometry."