The wolf looks at the lady at the counter and hmmmmmms. But no, not just yet. "Excuse me dear lady." He says with a heavy British accent.  "I am Dorchester Lupine, and heard about your fine establishment recently. I am a sort of... coniessur if you will, particularly of, shall we say, specialty items?" He chuckled some and looked about. "Quite fashionable, very cozy, elegant,  but of course the food is key. How can I order a fine item my dear?" He eyes her with a hungry look. He may be a gentleman but at heart he is still a big, bad wolf.