Shamal turns to his own espresso, drowning the rest of the cup. Bah, it was cold already. Ah well. It had been a while since he had coffee, much less coffee in the pressense of a good-looking woman. The Doctor was pleasently surprised that the Italian hadn't banished him from her sight yet, but hey, he wasn't one to speak up and remind her. Instead, he figured some light conversation would be nice.

"So. How's your brother? I haven't seen him lately"