Pietro's eyes frowned for a moment. Was it his imagination or did someone just react to his movements? How bizarre. He quickly empties his martini then started on ordering another. From the corner of his eye he looked the two down. One of them- the one who had reacted his movements in speed, was certainly a looker. A predatory smile cropped in for a moment. The other? Well he looked uncomfortable, at least to bar hopper like Maximoff.
He leaned back form his stool, wondering if he should go in. That impatient buzz kicking in. He was curious, and that was dangerious.