Only one, though it seems like he's more trouble than he's worth since he can't keep one face.

[He knows this game, and he's more than able to fall in place. Pushing himself away from the bar, he turns, follows, ever quiet and ever waiting. His hand brushes across her hip as he moves to stand beside her, discreet enough to not be seen but point enough to express himself.]

You do seemed to be blessed with quick words. Serves you well.