Galos casually looked at the menu as he patiently waited for his prey to step into his booth. It was his environment at the moment. All of the elderly members of the establishment seemed to subconsciously avoid the booth he was sitting at, always putting at the very least a chair between them and him. Nothing about the well dressed man looked to be harmful or malicious, simply their brains telling them to do so for their own safety, however misguided or foolish that survival instinct may be. As Galos looked at the menu, there was nothing that actually caught his attention as something edible by him. He'd have to ingest it and throw it up later if he didn't want his palette to be muddied for the next few weeks. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, to collect such a rare specimen, only to have the taste bared from him because he could not remove this 'food' from his system quick enough.<br/><br/>Luckily, he did not have to think on it for long. The guest he was waiting for arrived, sliding into the booth across from him. The menu was lowered, laying flat on the table to display himself to her. Her reaction was one of three he expected. One was for her to run, screaming. Leaving him with the job of catching her and... removing any obstacles that object to him doing so. The next was her being largely clueless, leaving herself wide open for his charisma to coerce her to enter servitude to him. But the third option, the most preferred option in this case, was the one where she knew who he was, but he brain defied her. Naturally, she would be on edge, panicked and scared. But she would wish to keep her cool, believing it to be coincidence. And only that. Which gave him the opportunity to have some fun. Galo had to hide a smile as Kari attempted to collected herself as option three ravaged her mind. Galos had to restrain himself from smiling at this, instead pulling back to a smirk, one that could be easily found on a man misinterpreting her body language and reaction.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"My name is Mr. Saryn. And I have no intention of buying this pub,"</span>Galos said, a friendly smile being adopted on his face, as his sweet, deep baritone voice, the mystery seemingly coming out strong as a slight lift to the tone and inflection of each and every word. The worst part of it all, was that Galos knew that his voice behaving this way would remind her of the dreams, the inflection falling in line perfectly with the last few dreams. Galos couldn't help it, it was simply his desire oozing out through his words, hoping to entice whoever he was speaking to.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I find businesses that have potential, and once I do, I speak with the owner to unlock that potential. You can not tell me you have not dreamt of this place as more; adding something uniquely you to what I can only assume is a legacy without removing what is important."</span><br/><br/>It seems his voice was working a bit too well.... and on the wrong person. As Meagan returned, Galos sighed internally. A single, weak gaze and she was fawning over him. Perhaps it would be best to take her as well, allow her to replace one of the other servants and give Galos even more leverage over Karie. As Karie assumed an authoritative position with Meagan, Galos smirked, before deciding it was time to play a little bit more with his treasure.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Do not blame her,"</span>Galos said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I have that effect on people, which is why I prefer to ensure I know <i>everything</i> I need to know before I offer any investment. It's to keep my interaction with an owner's staff to a minimum. Otherwise, such an affliction can cause little things to go unobserved, and can lead to... unfortunate outcomes internally for the business."</span>