Damien’s eyes flicked across Chris’s shoulder as he caught movement from the back of the pub as Alyth approached; His fingers ran nervously through his black locks as his eyes darted from one to the other, reigning in his anxiety.  He stuttered for a moment at the rounding of her question but tried to ease himself into the situation with a smile; “Tivoli …Mr Tivoli …No wait, call me Damien.” he started to get a little flustered and a voice somewhere in his head berated him for making them look foolish.<br/><br/>His eyes darted again, in doing so he caught his gaze against the customer already seated and seemingly in rapture at the finishing of a club sandwich he was eating; Drawing back, he caught against the pretty blue eyes of a waitress and returned her smile as he felt that flush creep higher to his neck.  Damien noted the shift in attention and was partway curious himself as to their focus, but he maintained his focus towards Chris and Alyth’ it seemed only polite to him.