Dismissing his mad rambling about his talents, busy enjoying her last tasty cake. Congratulating the waitress very much for a job well done. Liking the look of her too, nice and slim for someone in this part of the city. Leaning in closer so she can whisper to her, and soon enough she turns beet red in shock and embarrassment. Glancing at you before stumbling back some, bowing even more before scampering away in fright.<br/><br/>Aria looking quite pouty at her flight, not at all seeing that happening.