[Bruno let himself be momentarily distracted by that little gesture, gaze lingering on the line of Leone's jaw, glad to finally be able to get a good look at him in decent lighting.]

Is he? That's good to know.

[Not that he usually vetted the proprietors of all his usual watering holes, but he was ultimately giving the man his money. He took another drag on his cigarette, aware of how far it'd burned down and the fact that once it was finished, he was going to lose the flimsy excuse he had to be standing out here, unless he suddenly decided to take up chain smoking. Camille was going to laugh at him if he went back into the bar figuratively empty handed, but he wasn't sure what to do. It was a little late to say 'hey, I noticed you watching me' without coming off as weirder than he wanted to. Usually he just chatted a little, hooked up, and then regretted things at his leisure. That seemed like both an unlikely outcome to this particular evening, and not one he would have wanted, even if it had been more probable.]