"I hear you like that pie," he said after her question. Then he slipped his phone back into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Carefully he extracted some bills to pay for the food, his fingers sliding over different markers that made it clear which bills were which. Then he took out a card for his firm and laid on the table before her.
"Nelson and Murdock. I'm the Murdock, and uh, that's my cell," he pushed the card toward her, looking awfully pleased with himself.
"You might need it, if you're a self professed heart breaker.. sooner or later you might end up a man killer. You'll need a good lawyer."