A good distraction was always a good sign, though... "I am relaxed." Sorel took his seat again, legs crossed, hands folded nicely on top his knee. He was only trying to be polite. It would have been perfectly natural had the other man been waiting for someone and Sorel just happened to steal their seat. It was how he was raised. Course the same couldn't be said about his brothers.
"The name is Sorel. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dante, especially knowing you're not going to... bite or arrest me." Because Dante did look like the type who would bite people, literally and figuratively. Sorel's eyes went from Dante's to his mouth that just took in a spoonful of ice cream. "Do you always eat your ice cream like that?" He was curious.