[ He follows Kavinsky's gesture with his gaze and thoughtfully eyes the VIP tanks. Hentzau isn't a private man by nature, preferring instead to play out his life in the open air with absolutely no discretion whatsoever. Still, he can appreciate the simple pleasure of being able to actually hear what someone is saying without having to yell over the DJ's indiscriminate airhorns, so he nods. ]
Give me a moment to say thank you for my drink.
[ It's not kindness, it's greed. Rupert wants to make sure that the grey-suited man doesn't forget him for next time. He collects his drink and shoulders away from the bar, flashing a grin as he backs away into the crowd. ]
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Give me a moment to say thank you for my drink.
[ It's not kindness, it's greed. Rupert wants to make sure that the grey-suited man doesn't forget him for next time. He collects his drink and shoulders away from the bar, flashing a grin as he backs away into the crowd. ]
Manners maketh man, and all that.
[ See you in five, Jaguar. ]