The eyebrow arches and Finch knows he's been understood, nodding slightly. His eyes wander to where Mateo's fingers had pushed into the dirt, studying the pot of dirt with open curiosity. It doesn't look familiar to him, but he's only been acquainted with a few kinds of plants -- some, unfortunately, on the receiving end -- and the one he knows would be very unlikely to be out at a bar like this. Even if they have not yet sprouted.
The thief takes another careful sip of the swill, matching Mateo's body language and trying not to grimace as the sludge burns his upper lip. His cards are still tucked into his pocket after that singular beginning flash he gave the man and he's reticent to pull them all out all at once. A new contact, after all, is still a new contact, and Finch lingers on the wrong side of the law. Though Mateo does as well, who knows what he does with the information he accrues? Finch tilts his head sideways slightly, taking in the head of dark curls and sharp jawline. His voice lilts musically and light as it glides through his words, and though Finch wants to lean in and start trying to figure him out, he holds himself back. For now.
"I'm looking for plants that can help get rid of weeds and predators," He says, still casual, still deniable if needed, half-ready to run. "Do you still have those in your collections?"
The thief takes another careful sip of the swill, matching Mateo's body language and trying not to grimace as the sludge burns his upper lip. His cards are still tucked into his pocket after that singular beginning flash he gave the man and he's reticent to pull them all out all at once. A new contact, after all, is still a new contact, and Finch lingers on the wrong side of the law. Though Mateo does as well, who knows what he does with the information he accrues? Finch tilts his head sideways slightly, taking in the head of dark curls and sharp jawline. His voice lilts musically and light as it glides through his words, and though Finch wants to lean in and start trying to figure him out, he holds himself back. For now.
"I'm looking for plants that can help get rid of weeds and predators," He says, still casual, still deniable if needed, half-ready to run. "Do you still have those in your collections?"
