"If a bowtie is the sign of a mobster, I've clearly chosen the wrong profession." Alastor smirked as he gave a little tug of his own bowtie.

Their meals were just about done. And very likely their proprietor was antsy for them to leave. (Though honestly with how calm the snake had been, perhaps it would be more he wanted them to clear out so he had the table for another customer than wanting Alastor to leave before he maimed someone.)

"I suppose you're right." He pulled out his wallet, retrieving the appropriate bills plus a rather generous tip. (Places that let him eat without a fuss deserved to be rewarded!)

He then reached under the table for the basket of bags, plucking up all of them save the ones from the lingerie store. He walked to the front door of the establishment and held it open, looking up as someone paused outside the door.

"Go ahead," he cheerily told the newcomer.

The other demon's eyes were wide as she stared at the Radio Demon. Then she very slowly edged her way into the cafe, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Alastor.

Alastor simply kept up his smile and motioned to Angel. "After you."