At the cafe, the Corinthian held the door open for Loz, gesturing for the bulky man to go through first. His mind was trying to come up with a good plan. While the citizens of Paixao seemed fairly scarce, partially do to the attacks, it would not be... impossible to enact his plan in the cafe. However, it would not be ideal either. The Corinthian was hardly an exhibitionist.

"...did you just arrive, Loz?" He asked nicely enough, "A table in the back... out of the hearing of prying ears would be ideal, don't you agree?" It would do no good to be so easily sighted by passer bys. The Corinthian would prefer to keep this as private as possible.