His mouth quirked up in a little bit a smile for her benefit. He tips his head towards the pretzel vendor, a woman that had been at it for a few years. "Alita is known for her good service. You're not from around her, are you?" He tilts his head in question, his eyes hidden behind his sun glasses. Alita bows her head when she hears his compliment. That coming from him meant a lot. "Are you new in my little village of Serrito? Perhaps I could show you around," he offers carefully, keeping his voice light. He could fake emotions like nothing else. It hid the fact that he can't make connections to other people, which does make taking out his competition out a whole lot easier. He orders a sour cream and union pretzel for himself, giving more than what's needed. He waves a hand when Alita goes to hand him change. "Just keep it."