By this point, Abel was starting to get a headache. What was this, a contest? Were they competing for most flamboyant homo of the year? He was incredibly dismissive to the man named tony coming up to introduce themselves, and didn't care that they left him alone almost immediately. "Sei ruhig...." He muttered in his native tongue, not caring that nobody could probably understand him. It was better that way, sometimes. He didn't really understand why they were going to be starting so late, anyway.