Digging in one of his anterior pockets, he pulled out an old black and white photograph of the city with a red arrow pointing downwards with X's and O's underneath. The back of the photo had a bit of flirtatious text that he wasn't quite willing to mention beyond, "Meet me in the belly."

Pocketing it back, he offers her a smile, given she looked like she was still in panic mode, "Whoever you think I am, I'm not; whoever you think I work for, I don't. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. But I wouldn't mind listening to you sing." Insert cheeky grin.