Pahn remains unattached to Anora's words, allowing every confused syllable to flow over him in ways liken to a weak wave crashing against an unchanging shore. He was now holding pizza, precious pizza. This is all that matters. He may have been poisoned via this same delicacy earlier, yet, he cared not. 

Upon taking his first bite, Pahn would liven in some slight ways. His body would vaguely begin to sway and move by forms natural to many other humans. He would sigh in relief and blink in exasperation, displays of emotion previously foreign to that callous stare of fatigue he held for many long moments. Pizza had apparently begun it's process of revival.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm not trying to confuse you. In many ways, Modern Earth is a result of my actions.-"[/color] Pahn would say without any initial query from Anora. His tone boasts a remarkably quickened pace and a less aloof nature. He paused only to take one quick bite of his pizza, which would push him further into whatever ecstasy he presently found himself in. [color=6ecff6]"-To better explain. Yes, your 'vision' likely involves me to some large extent. But, I'm not forcing any of it on you."[/color] 

Pahn now performs several odd actions. Firstly, his free hand raises into the open air whilst his shoulders and hips begin to gyrate in motions liken to casual dance. Either eye closes while he reaches the end of his first slice of pizza, continuing to 'dance' as he lifts another slice from the platter before him. His free right hand performs a movement similar to what some would call 'wax-on wax-off', spinning clockwise for a time before moving counter clockwise to an unheard rhythm. Dino, upon witnessing this entirely queer reaction to food, clasps his hands excitedly over a grease-speckled apron. He then silently nods towards Anora by her reply. At that, he departs happily for his kitchen. One may guess that Pahn had some skill in dance by his tame outburst.

[color=6ecff6]"But, if you're connected to the titan I'm suspecting, then-..."[/color] Should Anora remain relatively silent at the event before her, Pahn would continue to speak. Of course, this wasn't before he took a bite half way. [color=6ecff6]"..- I can guess you're seeing the inner-most chamber of my dwelling. Most people call it Olympus these days. I always preferred Mount Othrys, but, that was before they kept building shit on top of it."[/color] He probably sounds like a younger man having his lunch with a friend during work, speaking casually and without restraint. 

One of our four remaining patrons makes a slow motion to stand from his seat during Pahn's performance. He's a a young man dressed in formal attire. His pale hands slowly slip through side-swept locks of black hair that shimmer like silk against a mid-afternoon sun. Afterwards, his arms lace themselves over an obviously muscular chest, the buttons of that black and grey pinstripe suit now being undone by well-directed fingers. Upon finishing said task, he removes one well-stitched jacket to fully reveal a light-grey shirt and dark green tie. He undoes his tie, tossing it with callous disdain upon the table before him. 

None of this would be particularly strange. A young businessman removing his more expensive clothing articles before eating Italian cuisine. He also glances towards Pahn and Anora. This isn't odd either, people often steal a look at those not one table from where they stand. What is odd, is that the other three green-eyed patrons would glance towards our pair at the exact same moment. Stranger still, the man would remain standing during Anora's future response to all the aforementioned events of this post. He wouldn't stare whilst standing, he would simply sigh and fidget casually with his clothing as if he were awaiting someone's arrival. 

None of this would disturb Pahn, in fact, he looks like he hasn't noticed a thing in this restaurant past Anora, Dino, and the pizza before him. But, it's not like anything's gonna happen. People have to stand for plenty of reasons, maybe the lad has a bad knee?