The man sitting at a nearby table might catch his attention, as he finished taking a long drink out of an ornate goblet and the the cup simply... vanished. That was so not the force. Though when the decanter on his table floated back to the bar, it was possible that was.

The man had gold eyes and sun kissed skin, his black hair slicked back with water, rather than product. He was keeping a somewhat subtle eye on a woman with the same coloring, as she puzzled over what looked like a game of sorts. She had a deck of cards, dice, and several kinds of tokens and small coins. Every now and again, one of them would glare at the other, though nothing was said, and the man steadfastly made sure not to so much as brush a piece with his sleeve.