He was curious about this follower of Mary's. Not because he felt threatened, but mainly because she knew all of his people. He would never get along with the Saints, but he could get along with mortals.
They were hardly to blame for what the conquistadors had done.
He'd waited for the club to open before walking in. He directed the few warriors with him to go enjoy themselves before walking to where he saw Mary. The other immortal, a warrior, made him pause and study the man for a moment before he turned to Mary with a smile. "Hello"
He settled on the bar next to her and looked to the mortal before extending his hand. "Huitzilopotchli." he paused, "Huitzi will suit." Few beyond his own people could pronounce the name anyway. "Thank you."