"The most infamous really, without a true name or face attached." Jack took pride in his lore and his kills. Having no reflection and forgettable features would normally be irritating to such a prideful creature as Jack, but it was who the world shaped him to be. They wanted him to be everyone and no one so that they could mold him into the perfect villain. So he was.
The wine arrived with two glasses for them, the waiter looking like his day had gotten ten times worse in the matter of minutes he was away. So after popping the bottle for Jack, he left it at the table and just left them to be. He could hear hushed yelling between the waiter and his manager. Jack paid good money whenever he was there, so they didn't exactly want to kick him out, but everyone was starting to be on edge. Jack just chuckled to himself, his smirk mischievous, but his eyes still on his company.