He quickly turns to the woman with a slight smile.
"Are you talking to me? I assure you I'm quite regular, other than my fortune with Samura."
He then purposefully lays the datapad in clear sight. Ensuring it was seen by anyone coming to the table, especially of the female variety. It was a tactic he had picked up from the many women in the New Tokyo bar's he frequented before succumbing to the delicacies of not being a man whore.