"Well, Kali, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance~"

He leans a little closer over the table, giving her a kind smile.

"I'm Percy. Tell me. How long have you worked here? Absolutely love the vibe."

⛓️Thank the maker for the mentions tab... I nearly lost the thread.

"I need to invest in a few pairs then... That might actually help me out nicely..."

He taps his chin in thought.

"Evening! Those pants look so comfortable. Are they linen?"

8: His favorite snack is popcorn.

7: There's a tattoo on the back of his neck.

It's a weak spot. Much like choking him, massaging or kissing that spot can get you what you want.

- someone as beautiful as you~"

He took a swig from the bottle. and set it on the table.

"Perhaps you'd care to join me?"

He gave a nod and took the bottle.

"The bottle will be absolutely fine. No need to make you clean any glasses on my account."

He chuckled and handed her two pieces of gold.

"May I know your name? I'd like to know it so I'm not being rude to -

6: If he gets to know you enough, he may be willing to change his appearance to fit your preferences.

He does already go around in a feminine form as it is... if he gets desperate enough.

Especially when hungry.

7: No, that is not his true name. Good luck getting it out of him. He's not falling for anything involving a contract again.

"I think I'll try one of your spiced meads. Bartender's choice."

He scratched his chin and took his feet off the table.

"And perhaps the Bartender's name~?"

He gave a wink.

- "Anything that you reccomend to newcomers in particular?"

He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, awaiting her answer.

Percy fiddled with the crank on his hurdy gurdy and looked her up and down a few times.

"I think I'll take a room as well as a meal. And perhaps enquire about a possible job for music~"

He set the instrument next to him and looked over the menu again.

-

- look into her rather than at her.

"I was just thinking about what I was going to order to drink. Didn't want to bother you before I made up my mind."

That doesn't explain how he managed to sneak in.

In the booth was a young man, in his late twenties to very early thirties, tuning up a musical instrument.

He had his feet up on the table, leaning back in the seat.

He looked up from the tuning pegs and gave a smile.

"Hello there~"

His eyes were piercing green, they seemed to -

The sound of a hurdy gurdy being tuned up starts coming from one of the booths near the stage.

Had that booth been occupied before?

Perhaps she had just missed him come in...