Barty cringed at that. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to hear Chas call him sweetie again. Boss, yes, but definitely not sweetie. Unhooking his arm from hers, he wrapped his arm around her waist instead and lead them toward the cafe. There, he steered them toward the table, stopping to pull out her chair before taking his own. Perfect. He couldn't have asked for a better view of their targets. He could hear them just as well, though he doubted he'd catch anything that would help him identify them if their memories had been completely wiped.
Even so, he was taking every detail he could.
"Coffee," he ordered when a waitress came to their table, not looking at her. He didn't want anything to eat, but if Chas wanted something, she was more than welcome to order it.