[Dominique would excel in Paris for one very prominent reason, one he is quite good at hiding for a long duration.

He gestures with his hand again as if waving off the notion.]

Yeah, yeah, won't someone think of the children? I never smoke in here of course. The owner asked me to do that much.

[Also, it'll kill him, but still... Still...!!

(A cheap cigarette calms his nerves, it's a minute escape, it's something to focus on when there's too much to listen in on and...)

He leans back in his seat, mug of coffee in one hand and his other arm resting on the back of his chair.]

¡Hola! Mi nombre es Dominique.

[The man grins, dark eyes twinkling.]

Dominique Vargas to be exact! Everyone mostly calls me Dom. And you are...?

[He's being equal parts friendly and glib because in the case of the latter, he already knows.]