With his hands free, he could return to leaning on the counter, collecting his scotch glass for a sip.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Was it just to let her know that there would be a new face at your table tonight? Speakin' of, are you sure all this is okay?"

After all, he was just some guy that Malcolm worked with a couple of times. It felt like.. He wasn't sure, but it felt like something.