Now that was interesting. It's not as if Alain had been making so much as the slightest sound. True, there would be the odd person who'd get that sensation of being watched, but it wasn't really that common. His interest was vaguely piqued. He had nowhere to be for a bit. And life hadn't been nearly so exciting as it could be. He pulled out a cigarette, and stuck it between his lips.
"Yes." He replied in German, stepping out of the shadows, and dusting at the front of his wine-stained shirt. "I was just about to ask if you might have a match. I believe that I left my Zippo at the bar."