Jorge
Thalia's pale gaze snapped to attention when, out of the blue, another figure eclipsed her vision and slid into the seat beside her. Confused, it took her a moment to process the query with which she'd been posed. She recognized the man *Vaguely*.... Being quite the social butterfly, she made a habit of getting to know as many of her coworkers as she could — however, she also tended to be a bit ditzy, and habitually forgot people's names and any tidbits she'd learned about them. With that in mind, her efforts were more or less all for naught.

A beat or two of bemused silence preceded the maid's eventual response, her gaze flitting between Elias' face and his hands, having already dived into what remained of her work. "-Oh! Ummm, it's been nice! A little bit of a learning curve, obviously — I didn't even *Know* Places like this existed before I applied here. But everyone's very nice." A placid, unassuming smile splayed across Thalia's lips, lending her soft features an extra ray of warmth. She really wasn't exaggerating: having grown up as a total country bumpkin, everything she encountered in her new city-bound life seemed completely alien. Discovering the true *Sensual* Nature of the café had been quite a shock for her, but as with anything else in her life, she'd taken it in stride.

"What about you?" Though Thalia turned back to continue her work, her eyes lingered on the butler's face, alight with intrigue. "You seem pretty popular, despite being on the newer side, haha. I bet it must be rewarding."
Carmela
*Elias noticed the woman that was smaller then him looking between his face and his hands—He listened to her talking and he wouldn't interrupt her or such things as he was a gentle man who respected such things. Elias was also a social butterfly, and it showed most of the time at least. He then spoke up, his voice smooth and monotoned with deep undertones.*

**"Honestly myself, I didn't think I'd end up working at a maid cafe out of all places but look where I am now... I mean yes it was a learning curve for me as well, but I kinda think it came naturally in the end working with customers and such."**

*He continued to help her with her work his hands working endlessly at the cutlery and folding the cutlery into the napkins properly as the cafe usually does. Elias took notice of her next words and he'd chuckle softly before he'd look over to her and down at her.*

**"Ah yah the ladies seem to like my puppy ears a lot and think that I'm adorable... I mean it is rewarding the pay and tips are nice, it's just when the customers try to get too touchy and it's like woo no thank you."**
Jorge
One thing Thalia would always be was a good listener. No matter the mundanity of the conversation, she had a tendency to cling to others' words like gospel, as if to preserve them in the bank of her memory until the end of time (not that she'd ever succeed in such a feat). She was pleased by the butler's reciprocity, and perhaps a *Bit* Enthralled by the velvety timbre of his voice. The pace of her work slowed, focus dwindling as more of her attention swiveled dutifully to the man beside her. It wasn't like they had a strict deadline or anything — what was the harm in indulging each other's company to pass the time?

Her interest was piqued at the mention of 'puppy ears'. Though the café obviously had members of all kinds of species in its employ, as a girl who grew up isolated even from other humans, Thalia was quick to forget the supernatural nature of those around her. "-Awww, that *Is* Adorable," She quipped in turn, fidgeting idly with the napkin she'd picked up. "But yeah, that part I understand. I think I come off as pretty gullible, so sometimes people think they can get away with doing weird things." 

The maid merely shrugged, though, dismissing her own words and moving on as if they bore no weight. "So ..... Sorry if it's too nosy, but what *Are* You? Where do the puppy ears come from?"