He breathes out a half-laugh, with an acknowledging nod. He has no faith in the recruiter's definition of gentlemen.

Well, okay. Good thing he's had the penthouse set up.

His eyes flick over the restaurant again; the lines of sight aren't very good, he knows because she was avoiding detection. It still makes him antsy.

Because he should say something here, for cover, he says "Everything's going to be fine, doll."