Zmeis snorted, leaning over the bar, crossing his arms in front of him. He turned his head to look at Aiden, and gave him a smile. [color=salmon]"False; your name is Romulus. For security reasons, I won't say your last name. You really should get your own superintendent; they are magnificent devices, very useful for tapping into the... [i]guild[/i]'s databases." [/color]He nodded at the wine, giving his affirmative, and took a sip when it was poured. 

He dipped his head in recognition of the fine beverage; he said as much, before spinning around on his bar stool. Gesturing over where Scarab and Cerberus met up, he asked the Roman, "Let's get this party started, no? Scarab and Cerberus have already arrived." He stood, taking his glass with him, and nodded his thanks to the bartender, who was trying very hard to appear as if he wasn't listening. The man's eyes widened at the easy acknowledgement of his eavesdropping, but Zmeis did nothing. 

Maybe if he was lucky, a Kill Team would show up just after they left, and he could take them down, too.

So he led the way to Scarab's booth, and slid easily in next to their impromptu leader. It was, of course, in part because Cerberus was on the other side of him- he had been jumped once, by the guy, and had decided to always keep him in his sights. Another reason was because Scarab didn't bullshit; she gave you what you needed to know, up front. 

But he couldn't help it: he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Cerberus, before addressing those present- [color=salmon]"How are you all doing this fine evening? Fine and well, I hope."[/color]