"I can see that," he says, looking pointedly at the hooded figure, storing the noises he was making away for later. As long as the guy was paying, Gaius didn't really care if he was human or not. Just as long as he wasn't a cop.

"Mutual contact, huh?" he asks, finishing his bonbon and removing the stick to use it to gesture with. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the gig?"