"Mmmm..." He grins at her as she speaks, his eyes still in that half squint, half closed lid state. If any could take a picture and put it side to side with one of Hisoka doing this, they'd be sure there was no difference between the two, except that one looked a bit younger than the other. As she spoke again, saying she was waiting for Hisoka to get back, he chuckles softly, just low enough that no one could hear. So, she HAD said Hisoka's name earlier. Interesting. Kasai couldn't help but to wonder what their relationship was, deeper than the words she had said just now, about how Hisoka was her godfather or something like that. How the hell did he get stuck in a position like that? Kasai could only wonder.<br/><br/>A moment's pause, and he glances to the side at another table, watching as a couple got up after having finished eating their food. But once again, when Draco spoke, his focus turned to her, hearing her comment. He fights the urge to laugh, such uncanny words indeed! There was meaning behind their near identical appearances, but that...was for another time. He smiles at her, and feigns ignorance, raising an eyebrow before speaking up, confusion in his voice.<br/><br/>"Hisoka? Might I ask who that is? You said before he's your Godfather, but I'm afraid I don't know who this 'Hisoka' is." He gives an apologetic smile, the act more than believable, it was perfect. Another way that he and Hisoka were alike. They could play another person like a deck of cards, and completely get away with it too; fooling anyone into believing everything they were saying. "So...does that mean you're by yourself? Are you alright?" He looks at her with a worried expression, reaching out and gently touching her forearm, only for a second, not wanting to prolong contact.<br/><br/>"I know what it is like to be lonely...many times when I was younger my siblings would leave me, so I was by myself...Ah, such times...But those are over now, and I can take care of myself." He smiles a bit more, laughing softly. Leaning back a bit in the chair, he crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his seat back so it was on the back two feet, glancing up at the ceiling.