<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John Smith<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Inspector<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mara, Open<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>John stood there, observing the faun. It would appear his spoken recognition of her race was both shocking, and disheartening as he watched the female Faun slump her shoulders. He remained silent while he waited for her answer. His lips a taunt straight line upon his face. It would take a moment before this faun seemed to collect herself, and smiled at him before approaching. His eyes following her as his face turned slightly as she followed the path to close the distance between them. Coming close enough to where she would look up into his sunglasses. The Faun would state that she had no business with him but curiosity. She wished to know why he was there, and how he got in. Understandable questions considering the amount of magical wards that were placed to keep humans not wanting to come within 10ft of the establishment. Though it would be what she deemed more important that would surprise him. She asked if he would like to see a Menu, and hear about the daily specials. That actually got a reaction out of John. His eyebrow crooking up over the rim of his sunglasses as he seemed to focus more upon the faun.<br/><br/>"My business here is at the behest of my superiors as well as influential members of the Fae Council to see if Mr. Galagous's endeavors will be either successful, or threaten the delicate segregation between Humanity, and Fae Kind." John explained once he was able to process the request for his order. He had no reason to with hold his reason for being here. No one told him that his mission was in anyway confidential. Though he would deliberately withhold how he got in. There was no point in divulging more information than needed. "As for your offer. I must decline at the moment as I'm presently working." John explained before taking in the faun before him. She was certainly rather pretty, but Beauty seemed to be an ingrained trait of the Fae. "Am I correct to assume you're an employee of Mr. Galagous?" He asked. Though her asking if he would like to see a menu, or interested in the daily Specials would have been a dead giveaway. It never hurt to ask.