Back out on the floor, the server who's green behind the ears, scans the ball to see who else to offer out handheld foodstuffs for the patrons. Now... It wasn't once... Not twice... But three times this server had dodged, the looming and imposing Doctor. Something about them made him advert his eyes, and hesitate whenever he got into eye shot of each other. He doesn't want to keep doing this, knowing this might get him fired if word gets to Maxima. Or her Grandfather. Sheepishly, he approached Cei with a plate of fresh garlean cheeses and meats. "D-Doctor? May I offer some... uhm ahem- May I offer you some cured meats and locally sourced cheese?"
Servers being anxious was common enough, when it came to royals. Cei was not a royal, but they were both important and intimidating, so they were used to much the same. But this individual seemed more nervous than the usual, actively avoiding them, giving them a wide berth. It was that very behavior which had caused the poor man to catch their attention, as they latched onto the scent of fear not unlike a shark with blood. Though they would not cause a fuss so quickly, they would likely keep this individual in mind. Such strong emotions were simply too entertaining.
"Mmh..."
The sound crackled from their mask, static laden, and after a few moments, it was followed by a hiss of steam as the mask loosened enough to be carefully pulled away, revealing the mass of scars on one side of their face. Their voice, when heard without the influence of the mask, could only be described as wiry in sound, though the word was not normally one that would be used as an auditory descriptor. Quiet, strong, and elegant, but rough and thin from a damaged throat.
"Very well. What sort of meats and cheeses?"
