"I will absolutely judge your taste in clothing on this set at least," he pointed out, trying desperately to ignore the sinking feeling over Reno getting harassed in any capacity for something the man only started doing because it made Emil happy. His hand tightened down on Reno's, his free hand coming to rest in the crook of his elbow as he leaned forward against the table.

"I don't know what they could do to get to me and my family, but I'll try not to let it happen regardless." He offered a wider, hopefully more comforting smile as the waitress returns to take their orders, if they have them ready. Emil's hand almost loosens on Reno's, but stays right there in his grip as he looks up, considering. A beer for each of them, that shouldn't be too bad, right? As long as he limits himself to one, and maybe keeps an eye on Reno.