"Info, ma'am?" replies the waiter, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'm afraid that is against house policy. I'm not allowed to discuss the clientele."<br/><br/>"I, on the other hand, am not bound by any such restriction." interupts a smooth voice. "And I believe the young lady was about to ask for me." Your gaze is drawn to a tall figure stepping inside. He turns to regard Iris. "My apologies for the delay, my dear, but as I'm sure you know .. business." He gives a small shrug, as if to say 'what can you do?'<br/><br/>"My usual table, if you would be so kind, Pierre." he says, dismissing the waiter with a small gesture. "The bar is just through here." he continues, gesturing towards a nearby doorway. "They will tell us when our table is ready."<br/><br/>He gives Iris a small smile. "Shall we?"