If he were privy to any of the internal debates, it would tickle him pink. Except the bit about his suit; it wasn't loud, it was sleek and elegant, thank you very much. The best money could buy. He couldn't help it if the bar for standards of dress were lower in America.

The other patrons of the place were already in danger, though it wasn't really direct and ignorance is the best kind of bliss. He never cared enough to even consider the thought of protecting people.

"You asked for it like you might die of thirst or impatience. You haven't even gotten the first glass." His head tiled a little as the bartender slid her the glass and poured her first round, leaving the bottle as directed before getting the fuck out of dodge before Kilgrave could command something else of him.

The lie was caught - people didn't stutter when they answered him unless it was by habit and his lips pulled into a little smirk of his own.

"England is a sight for sore eyes after being over here too long. Interpol.. Very interesting... Who do you work for?"

Yes, yes, she'd just said Interpol but he didn't like lies. He expected the truth and would ask more directly for it.