When the concierge followed her eyes, he blanched and immediately tried to wave her off. "Ah, madam, that man is one of our dearest customers, and much though I'm sure you would enhance his meal he has requested that he eat in solitude. Unless you have made arrangements with him, I must direct you to another table." This was, of course, exactly his worst case scenario--he had no desire at all to direct her to the mafiosi in the back, and more importantly this whole thing rang of a set up. Some agency approaching him undercover, some sort of sting...<br/><br/>Which, of course, it was, though the fat man was hardly the target.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the assorted goons around the store tightened. It was almost audible, the flex of muscle and the tension in pecks, the hands sliding about in various practiced gestures to find their way to a variety of implements packed for just such a scenario. It was, however, all forestalled with a single raised hand and a sharp snapping sound from the back of the room.<br/><br/>Carlo hadn't bothered to look up from his meal, but his pudgy hand remained poised in the air. Like the trained dogs they were his men came to heel, relaxing sheepishly as though caught in the act and busying themselves with whatever it was they were pretending to do. The heavy man swiped at his face with his napkin, assuring himself he was clean, before speaking. His voice was surprisingly unaccented--given the mafia paraphernalia about the rest of him and his set up, it was almost like a scratch in a record. He enunciated very clearly and spoke very gently, so that a normal person would have to pay attention to hear him.<br/><br/>"Let her through, before she makes a mess of you all and I have to rebuild half the restaurant." He said with a slight sigh, motioning to the concierge to bring her foreword. The man looked between them for a moment with a raised eyebrow, concern on his features, before he assented and walked her to the table.<br/><br/>"An order of calamari, next. And a caprese. Something fresh after all that cream." he said thoughtfully before motioning for her to sit. His eyes, when he looked to her, were very dark and almost bored.<br/><br/>"Introductions are in order, I believe. I don't do business with unknowns."