<div style="text-align: center;">Ilariy took little note of the glances he got, considering he was used to them by now. It had probably been a good thing he hadn't brought anyone along, considering he would have to be a lot more strict with himself, which typically led his mood swings into full force. Not a very good thing for him in such a public place as this.<br/><br/>Casting his glance towards the girl behind the counter, he tapped a nail against the casing of the desserts. "Th' r'd v'lv't c'pc'ke," he drawled out; words broken and deformed, his lips barely moving when he spoke. His voice was rich and deep, with a raspy sound to it. His breath could be faintly hinted of alcohol and cigar smoke, among other things. He mentally hoped not to frighten the petite figure before him, but considering her gaze, it didn't seem like he was very intimidating to her. It was a nice change, to say the least.<br/><br/>Offering a slight smile, he rested a hand in his side pocket; preparing to fish out the money needed. His calm gaze was blank of emotion as he internally wished that he had come later, or earlier, or whenever the shop would have been emptier. People tended to anger him when they stared.</div>