Nodding at the permission to use a more familiar name for the Seraas he keeps most of his focus on the plate before him. [i]'So, Allen, I can talk to him informally, but how much so? Gah, I wish I knew more! I should have been reading all of those daily. . .'[/i] He eyes the papers hidden away behind the glass doors and wonders if the creature would find it rude for him to read them while he's right there. [i]'Probably. . .He's right here, so, I should find out from him. He seems. . .He seems pretty lax on the formality. I mean, that adorable little “thanks” when I gave him his plate. . . .'[/i] Mentally shaking himself he feels a jolt of joy and pride at the compliment, sitting up a little straighter.

“Yes, well, I have been living alone for some time Master Allen. It's only natural I've worked hard to treat myself, and today, having a guest. . .” he flushes slightly, looking back to his food, coughing slightly as he eats too fast. Flushing deeper he wipes his chin and looks anywhere but at the Seraas in his embarrassment. After a moment he glances at Allen and smiles faintly. “So, may I ask if there's anything you wish of me Master Allen? Is this just a visit, or a check-up, or has something happened, or. . .” His voice trails off as he realizes he's rambling, flushing again as he goes back to eating without another word. He chides himself as little wisps of wind die slowly, having whipped up in his excitement.