He liked the way Alex was looking at him.  He couldn’t tell exactly what was going through the other blond’s mind, or if it was just flatlining as he stared.  Andreas didn’t make a big deal of it, though his lips did curl a little at the thought of being that intriguing to this beautiful thing.<br/><br/>There was nothing he could do but watch as Alex tried to slip out early for that break of his.  It was fine, because he was able to observe a few things.  First… the bartender was a fucking dick.  The assassin didn’t shrink back when he was eyed up, because even if he was trying to be a softer person for the sake of winning Alex over, he wasn’t going to allow himself to look intimidated.  He’d already proven that he could take care of himself, so it would’ve been an awkward move, anyway.  He only raised an eyebrow at the man, his gaze moving toward the hand that had grabbed Alex and treated him like trash.  He hummed to himself and took another drink of his beer, happily wondering if the man could perform his job there if that hand should somehow come up missing.<br/><br/>The second thing he observed was that it wasn’t just Alex’s father or his boss.<i>Everyone</i>here treated Alex like some kind of doormat, perhaps arranged by Dick himself to make sure the poor kid felt like he had nowhere to turn.  He couldn’t wait to kill that fuck, but now for more reasons than his planned holiday in Hawaii.  Some people deserved to die.  Some people<i>needed</i>to suffer.  Andreas was going to make sure that Dick got his fair share.<br/><br/>“Hey,” he called to Alex, nodding him closer.  “I’ll take another beer.”  But that was just to give Alex some cover as to why he was still there and not hopping off to take more orders or something.  When the man came close enough, he slapped some money on the table for him and leaned in for a more discreet volume.  “Don’t get yourself in trouble over me.  I can wait.”  A dashing smile and a wink.  “You’re worth it, you know.”