"I take it from the fact that you haven't told me to fuck off yet that you atleast knew of Dog. Yes, another table would be more than fine, if you can spare a moment." Mateo says, keeping cool, his eyes neither predatory nor deferential.
He points out an empty table, open visible to the bar and bouncers of the club, to show he has no ill-intentions. "If that one is fine with you?"