"Put her drink on my tab," he says after catching the bartender's attention. He offers the woman a bit of a smile. It looks relatively flirtatious, especially as he stands, taking his drink, to go over to her. He doesn't help himself to a seat, no, but he sets his drink down near one.

"I hope you don't mind. I couldn't help but want an excuse to make your acquaintance."

Because he can smell what she is, and he doesn't know her. That needs to change, for the simple sake of his position in the Nest. The more players he knows, the better he can move the pieces on the board.