His eyes flicker from her to the rest of the restaurant. He can smell at least two other demons in here...he doesn't want to turn his back to them, just in case they recognize him and take exception to his continued existence. You never knew who was a supporter of Mundus until it was too late. But there is one thing he could do.

The bottom of his ice cream class scrapes quietly along the table as he slides it to the side, soon following it in his seat to leave room to sit next to him.

"I'm not entirely comfortable facing a wall, but here. There's no reason we can't both have a decent view of the door. If you're willing to sit next to me, that is."

It's both an offer and a test. But many things are, with him. Directly questioning a person could only go so far. Actions, as they say, speak louder than words.