Varliss blinked and looked at the table in question.<strong>"You want me on that table? I thought that was for Himari..."</strong>His little doe-like eyes, despite being entirely the wrong color for it, continued to look in quite probably fear at the table. "All right," he managed timidly, and began taking off some of his more expensive gear; setting it down behind the bar.<strong>"Do you want me or a veil? I don't think those men would take kindly to you sending me out there..."</strong>He was very clearly trying not to upset Arianna, and was even acquiescing to her insistence to have someone on the table, he just also didn't want to drive their customer base away. Without the spine to stand up for himself, apparently, he lived ever in fear that one day they would simply force him to complete the ensemble and lop off his bits, so he could be as little of a man as he seemed. Secretly, he would never allow that and would drop the careful persona he'd generated over the years if such were to happen. He liked though being thought of as harmless. It made them less likely to strike at him, as Arianna had just nearly done. He'd have to be more careful. What was it that caused him to be so brash? He wasn't normally like that. He hadn't felt much different from his usual self. Was he actually drunk? Perish the thought, but he'd have to monitor himself more closely.<br/><br/>Either after applying a human veil (female) upon himself, or remaining as he was, he would mount the table as instructed. He certainly wasn't going to tell Arianna no, she was fierce at the best of times.