Samael turns his attention from those leaving to the man who approached his table. The others looked like they were on their way out and he didn't want to bother them for no real reason. He gives Miach a smile and gladly shakes his hand. He chuckles at his comment and gestures to the seat across from him. "I'm a bit surprised myself," he replies his accent thickened by the need to speak above the beat. "To those same I am called Samael. Father Samael if you're of the faith or simply like the sound of it. Please, have a seat. Can I get you a drink?"