Carlisle is at the bar, now, and the Bar seems to hesitate - waiting for a moment before letting the correspondence addressed to Dr. Cullen appear for Carlisle to take.
And open.
And read.
Read again.
And kind of snarl at.
'
Unhesitant' isn't even a word.
[ooc: I cry uncle and fall over. Slowtimes for any who want them.]