I suppose he's the Gang Lord of the Gang Lords? He's certainly taking a chance; she could suck his brains out through his nostrils.

Quite the crummy tableau - cliched spider webs, a can on the floor, a window that suggests it's a cellar, and of course the CLUBHOUSE over the door, because all mean greasers who like to carry shivs and Saturday-night specials like to think of their base of operations in grade-school terms.