"How could I refuse such a generous offer?" Cian asked. He had money of his own, of course, but turning down friendly overtures was probably not in his best interests right now, so he just added, "I'll have to treat you some other time."
He took the chair, ordered a coffee -- black, no cream, no sugar -- and used the waitress' appearance as an excuse to surreptitiously study the papers on the table upside down. Nothing too relevant to his line of work -- none of the current council were dumb enough to bring that sort of paperwork out in public -- but interesting, nonetheless. When the waitress had departed, he picked up the thread of the conversation where it had left off and said: "Chaotic. Looks like we've got that in common. Ever think of having a bonfire?"