Amsu sat fiddling with his water glass to pass the time. It helped him block some of the input from his senses. Of course he has thousands of years of practice. A soft feminine voice breaks his trance. "Oh, yes. I am Amsu Wassum," he says rising fluidly from his chair in order to pull her chair out for her. His emerald green eyes are instantly drawn to her necklace.  After that he returns to seat. Now starts the ackward phase of the date. "What  type of food and drink do you prefer? The house has an excellent choice of wine if that's to your taste," he says smoothly.