When she said she was new to the community, Nuno gave a high-pitch hum that was of vaguely teasing interest. Possibly because he had heard that. Possibly because he was being a pest. Both highly possible. But the good-natured grin stayed on his lips as he took another sip. He arched his brows and looked back at the menu for a moment. “I like the sweets place. More of a fan of bakeries and shit, but you know.” Nuno would have laughed if she had actually told him he had a bad-boy feel. Flattered, of course, as he did find himself pretty bad ass. But he was also hardly the toughest looking dude in the bar never mind the island. What they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. Well. In this case it could. All the same, he looked up from the menu. “I normally end up here, though. There is a candy place in town I more or less should co-own with how much money I spend there.” Between himself, keeping the records group at the courts happy and Manny (regardless of Zee liking it), Nuno was always getting something.
“You just might,” Nuno agreed. The teasing was heavy in his voice as he waited her her to put the pieces together. He was being a brat and he knew it. But he did like to entertain himself. And it was not like he was doing anything outrageous. Or illegal. Sue him for being an ass. When she figured it out, though, Nuno toasted at her with his glass and a full smile with his dimples in full view, as well as his crowded teeth. “Got it in one,” he told her before ordering an appetizer. It was possible she flirted with him. Apparently people did that to the guy, and he either never noticed or just figured it was what the other person did. Apparently, he was also a flirt on accident, so there was that as well. He took her hand just firmly enough to not be the awkward, limp fish shake he hated but not crushing like the douche-bros liked to do while asserting their dominance. “Nuno,” he replied. “And more of what you prefer. Allowing otherwise more or less begs for shitty nicknames.” Zee now going by ‘Princess Peach’ by most of the precinct was one such example, in fact.
“So where did you come from if not originally a Jersey native? Unless you are then, that sucks.” He smirked playfully and took another sip. When his sampler plate was put in front of him, he nudged it toward her with two fingers as an invitation to have something. He was more of a Portuguese grandma than he really wanted to admit some days.