Alason grinned. Yes, it was petty to go out of his way, making this "young" woman uncomfortable for the sole purpose of getting rid of his own social discomfort, but as a social creature and as an attorney, he felt little remorse. Ah, but of course, manners.

"No, I'm afraid not; you've not seen me once in your life, so far as I can tell, and I can't recall ever noticing you. Alason." Extending his hand, Alason thought for a moment before retracting it. "On second thought, I somehow doubt you've washed your hands this morning and given the particular circumstances of your living, I think it'd simply be best if I didn't. Nothing personal." Rain check on the manners.

"Still, Ms. Anwen Oakbough - lovely name, by the way - there's a whole lot I know about you," Alason hurriedly took a sip of his recently pirated coffee before continuing, "and a little nugget of information I've gathered from the wonderful vault in your head is that if I speak quickly enough," another sip, "and keep on just generally sounding intelligent and not giving you a chance to speak and such," another sip, "you're likely to get lost and forget all about my little social faux pas."

Alason shot another glance over to the manager, looking on with a sense of apparent bewilderment. "No worries sir," Alason began loudly, "I'm just a hungover and flirting with your waitress. Another sandwich please? And without the feta? Thanks, dear."

Wheeling back to his primary subject, Alason smiled and crossed his legs. "Anyway, I'm sure I've wasted enough of your time and that you're hoping to escape my ramblings. Now, I'm sure that your other customer would love his cup of coffee just about now." With that, and a friendly pat on the waitress' arm, Alason spun about for what he hoped to be the last time, praying that he had successfully dismissed this aloof nymph.

[i]Frolicking about naked in the woods[/i], he thought, taking a final sip of coffee and shaking his head, [i]no class[/i].