She was making him nervous. Lorne did not like that. He was considering the types of beings that had that effect on him when they weren't armed or actively trying to blow Caritas up.
How is it that I haven't met you before?
Well, lady, y'see, I run this little hole in the wall club that protects people from magic. So I'm betting if you were there, you'd be borderline average. That might have something to do with it. Say, our cocktail shrimp is to die for!
"I've been here quite a while," he said. He wasn't going to volunteer to her why she may or may not know him. Because really, he had no idea why she hadn't picked him up on whatever magical radar she had.
I'm Red.
No. That was a lie. Not her name. And you didn't have to be something like Lorne to know that, either. He really wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but that was hard to do when all the stray hairs on his arm were fighting not to stand up.
He smiled brightly, though. He was an excellent performer. "And I'm green!" Lorne chuckled. "No. But seriously, I'm Lorne. It's nice to meet you, Red. Whatcha doin' at Target?"