Mateo
Worry not, Vesper - Mateo, even at his most sober, is not the calculating or suspicious sort, and especially right now, the only thing the botanist really notices is the way the taller man's clothes seem to hug his body in all the right places, and the dance of his fingertip across the bar. "You would guess correctly," he says with a gracious nod of his head, and at the confession that he's never been, Mateo lets out an animated, longing sort of sigh. "It is like this, but everywhere, if you go to The Silk Houses." he laments; this being the chaos and inebriation of the Hanged Man.
"Piacere," he murmurs in response to Vesper's name - that's nice to meet you to the telepaths in the room. The request for a bottle does not go ignored either, Mateo grinning and hooking a leg around a barstool to sit, gesturing for Vesper to do the same. He's got a feeling they might need the extra support at this rate.
"Ah, a fellow brother in arms," he says with an exaggerated sigh. "You are right though, of course. It helps as well that my sister happens to own this bar, so I can enjoy myself to my heart's content."
"Piacere," he murmurs in response to Vesper's name - that's nice to meet you to the telepaths in the room. The request for a bottle does not go ignored either, Mateo grinning and hooking a leg around a barstool to sit, gesturing for Vesper to do the same. He's got a feeling they might need the extra support at this rate.
"Ah, a fellow brother in arms," he says with an exaggerated sigh. "You are right though, of course. It helps as well that my sister happens to own this bar, so I can enjoy myself to my heart's content."
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
