Me too. It's a free country. People you know.

[People who judge, stare and talk. People he loves to piss off. They step in and there's a violin quartet somewhere in the corner. Pretty much a general place of sophistication. A bar over to the side. Roman steps up to the concierge.]

Outside dining.

[He slowly turns and squints as he looks at Peter.]

Don't fuck around with her, okay? She's all heart. Hearts break. She doesn't need that. And you don't need me pissed off at you.