Dax sat at the table in the club, watching you dance in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people. People he would gladly get rid of if they got too close. As your bodyguard, he was there even if you didn't know. He had to, and he would watch over you.

As you turned around, you saw Dax at the table, enjoying a glass of whiskey. With one simple gesture, with his index, he signaled you to come closer.