"Grazie, amico. I appreciate it." She turned the menu over between nervous fingers and glanced over the delicacies listed without much interest. The Tiramisu did draw her gaze however, causing a wicked little smile. "Ah, presumptions. I shall let you off the hook this time, Antonio." She teased, raising her gaze to the Italian gentleman. "But now I am very much afraid. If I do like it, what should this say about my lovers." She let a pause fall, her grin deepened. "And if I do not... I shall not say anything and silently readjust my views of latin lovers."<br/><br/>She tossed the menu on the next table and leaned back, stretching her arms behind her head. "What's taking this guy so long?." A slightly irritated look found the door, and Mica cupped her chin in her palm. "Anyway, I can't say I'm meeting many goblins in my line of work... What do they do, exactly? I mean, okay, searching? For what? Why?" She snapped her mouth shut, and cocked her head. "Something important?" Her voice lowered, bemusedly, betraying a hint of speculation.