While Vrig brings Dimitri out his barstool, Steven shrugs, though he waits until the door is closed again to reply to Claude. "Sure. I just-- didn't know how long this would take and figured we might get hungry. If you rather, we can talk first and then decide if we want anything to eat."

He's walking now, back towards the booth, but watching Claude via the mirrored wall behind the bar.

"After all, I think we all know what this is about. Your-- shall we say theories about myself?"