[ Angling his head to glance over the balcony at the suggestion, there's a quirk of his mouth. As plausible as it is to make a sneaky getaway with Sticky Fingers, however, Abbacchio also knows it's not on the table. ]

Mhmm, and I'm sure your absence would be greatly noticed by people desperately falling over themselves to get a minute of your time.

[ Even with his attempts to sound neutral about the whole situation, the sardonic edge to his words is more than obvious. It shouldn't bother him, people vying for Bucciarati's attention — it's part and parcel of the job after all — but it's the type of people that have his hackles raised and glaring daggers from across the room, ready to step in at a moments notice. Of course, he'd handle it with significantly less decorum and class than his leader would…

The confirmation that they're here until Polpo says otherwise pulls a quiet groan from him, exhaling smoke and making sure to direct it away from Bucciarati. Their capo certainly enjoys his indulgences and has made that much perfectly clear this evening, showing no signs of slowing down. If they're to leave when he does, this could wind up being a longer night than he'd first anticipated. ]

Y'know, [ he turns a pointed stare towards Bucciarati, ] maybe you should have brought Narancia. He'd have caused half a dozen emergencies all by himself in no time. Could've been out of here already, eating a calzone on the way home instead of whatever hors d'oeuvres they have on offer here.