[What a nice suggestion. Crane gently leans forward, occupying more room, more space in the younger man's mind. Impressing himself with intimidation coached as amicability. He gently presses his lips together and angles his head.]

Perhaps somewhere private is better. Unless you have no problem about our meeting raising all sorts of questions. [You know who he means. He, too, has that family breathing down his neck.] Barring the fact if you want to cause them a little trouble, of course.

[And who doesn't mind doing that?]