Lorenzo
Lorenzo nodded in a cool fashion, thinking about how small the world was for him to have stumbled on him of all people. Late? Now, what could he possibly mean? He didn't remember ever asking him out on a date! So he laid back and relaxed, breathing in the atmosphere. That is, until the immortal's words sank in and the pirate finally remembered.
Oh! Oh. Oh no. Oh nono. He knows...
"Heh, it's alright!" He laughed it off with a confident grin, giving the warrior a hearty thumbs up. As long as he pretended he hadn't forgotten about the duel, it was indeed alright! Of course, it was much harder to say that with a straight face when you've just nearly shat your pants. Luckily, Lorenzo had none.
The bartender put down a fancy looking glass of rich wine, presenting it to Michael. As soon as the pirate noticed, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Pfffft. You call that a man's drink? Get outta here!" He snickered before tossing the poor fella a gold coin. Then, he turned to his old buddy and redirected his attention to the matter at hand.
"So, what brings you here pal? Here to snoop in on some juicy gossip?" He said with a chuckle, as easygoing as ever.