they laughing at the top like they can't see the bottom

Mateo

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between

The answer, unfortunately - as Finch may end up finding is the case with most Taliesins - isn't so much being powerful enough not to worry, but the expectation of such power being there to clean up any of his messes. Mateo is one of Caido's nepo babies, and whilst sooner or later that might come back to bite him, here in his sister-queen's bar with his demigod fathers living nearby, biting is a kink and trouble is a career choice.

Laughing again at the suspicion involved at the low low price of a name, Mateo spreads his hands and shrugs. "You knew mine when you walked in," he points out in his defence. "Besides, Sparrow, it is always nice to know who I am buying drinks for, no?" Slightly better swill he can manage well enough, waving the bartender down and ordering a scotch ale that his companion will hopefully find much more to his taste; rich, malty and with caramel notes, it's still absolutely not what Mateo would order, but he's trying to upscale what's already in Finch's glass.

"I take by your lack of an answer that I will be taking you home after this?" he adds, arching an eyebrow over his margarita as he lifts it back to his lips.

I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm