He looked back at her, incredulous. Hadn't he told her already that he was on business? He looked back down, trying not to glimpse at her reflection.

"Can't say. Client confidentiality." He stated bluntly. He didn't need to divulge anything to her. She wasn't his boss, he was his own master.

Turning his head and leaning past the woman he scanned for any newcomers. 

As if on cue someone entered, looking like the physical embodiment of the place. His hair was a mass of spikes clumped together by color and splaying from every angle shrouding half his face in vibrant blues and purples. His clothes were patched together with incosistent thickness and texture, swathed in straps of varying widths. His waist was similarly covered with belts and chains, jangling as far down as his thighs. His pant legs were of different lengths, his shoes and socks of completely different pairs. He looked as though he had crashed into a fashion store and attacked by random patrons on his way here. Was he just another regular or was he the one in the rendezvous with his client's husband? He still had ten or fifteen minutes so he turned back to stare at his own reflection some her. Definitely not the reflection of the woman who neighbored him. [i]Definitely...[/i]