"The tricks don't change much in our line of work." Christian spoke into his coffee more than anything, though still audible enough for the man to hear.
Lucas nodded at the seat next him as if motioning Tim over. Assuming his offer accepted, Lucas would scoot over some to allow the muscle-bound figure to ease into the booth more freely.
"There's another two here." He said to the new man sitting next to him. "Like you." Lucas nodded in the direction of the man fast approaching their booth.

With a slight sigh, Christian looked up at the former police officer. He didn't like cops. Even cops that weren't exactly employed by the force any longer. He felt as though there was always going to be something blue in their blood, regardless of how many crimes they committed. Still, he scooted over in his seat to allow Mark to sit down. "Then don't walk." He spoke somewhat gruff and sarcastic to him. "Sit."

Aside from the man who only just approached the table, Lucas kept his eye on the man eating his pancakes. He didn't know for certain if the man had taken the hint to come and join them with the free coffee, but he wouldn't be the one to break the silence and beg him to come and sit.
Instead, he turned to glance at the other two besides himself and Christian. “So,” he paused briefly “What do you fine gentlemen do for a living?” He asked as though a response reflecting legitimacy would come from their mouths.