Matt tossed his cigarette into the trash and stretched a little before standing up, debating on lighting up his other cigarette, though deciding against it. "You never know, they just might." Ignoring any thought of nicknames at Mello's next statement and the smile that followed, Matt almost fell out of his chair, although caught on the edge of the table (yet again) to steady himself. Shifting a little, scratching the back of his head, Matt cleared his throat as he watched Mello drop what he assumed to be Paixao's currency onto the table.

"Um, yeah." Getting up, he brushed his hands together. He would definitely prefer to start walking, he knew he was being fidgety. "Lead the way, blondie."