"Hoping that's mutual. I'm a law-abiding citizen, except for when I'm not."

Mehmet reached out his handkerchief-holding hand before catching himself, clearing his throat, bunching it up and stuffing it back in his pocket. He then shook Francis' hand.

"Moe."

... He wondered what happened to Francis' friends, but knew better than to ask.

"Nice to meet you, Francis."

Or invite an unknown curse upon himself.