"Yeah, but I guess I'll have to pretend I've never been there before now, huh?" Montresor replied with a smirk, indicating that he had never been there with anyone who only knew him as Montresor before. He fell silent for a moment then, wondering how Illyria felt about him having to keep this fake persona up while he was out with here. It was necessary, surely, since his face getting out there would be shortly followed by the rest of his identity, but it felt a little disrespectful to the lady nonetheless.<br/><br/>Before he had the guts to see how she felt on the matter, however, they arrived at their destination: a little white stone restaurant set deep back between two taller, red brick buildings, the big empty yard between it and the street filled with a large number of round table with umbrella screens over them. The canopy above the doorway read<em>Pappou Cafe</em>in large white letters against a blue background. Parking across the street, Montresor stepped out and opened Illyria's door for her with a smile.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"A...butcher?" Moon asked, but backed off instantly instead of pressing further. That sounded like exactly the kind of thing one should never press further into, and it did make the pilot a little more nervous around the man. He even stammered when he tried to answer Marcus' question. "Psy- psychology. I think I could be really good at relating to people and helping them work out their problems. The school I want to go to costs much more money than I had in West Korea, though."