[It's a lie -- he has no intention of going to a tavern at all. He'd said it because he'd doubted that Ginny would want to accompany him, and he's glad to be proven correct. He's done it more often than not in London -- said that he's done one thing when he's done something else entirely, choosing instead to walk down to the docks or explore the various sights and sounds he must have seen a thousand times or more, and no-one seemed any the wiser. There were occasions when he thought that Jem might suspect that he doesn't get up to half of what he claims to, but Jem doesn't question him on the matter and they continue as normal.
He's not bothered by the fact that his conversations with Ginny seem to dissolve into arguments of some description; most of his conversations have a habit of doing as much, be it the result of him seeing how far he can push the other person or not, and he doesn't have a great deal of -- or any -- interest in 'making friends'.
He acknowledges her response with a slight tilt of his head.]
action;
He's not bothered by the fact that his conversations with Ginny seem to dissolve into arguments of some description; most of his conversations have a habit of doing as much, be it the result of him seeing how far he can push the other person or not, and he doesn't have a great deal of -- or any -- interest in 'making friends'.
He acknowledges her response with a slight tilt of his head.]
I'll do what I like.