[color=6ecff6]"Pizza, nhn, pizza dance.."[/color] In response to Anora's rhetorical question, Pahn would have quietly bantered a tune of nearly nonsensical substance. He did this as if it were the natural action, closing his eyes whilst circulating his movements from one direction towards the other. 

When Anora continued her questions, Pahn answered in due form. His readiness to reply was certainly faster than before. He holds the comparable pace of an average man at this point, perhaps, unhindered by questions against past form.

[color=6ecff6]"You're 'maybe' connected to Themis. But, that's only if you're holding my third guardians powers.-"[/color] Pahn would firstly state, consuming a steaming bite of pizza before continuing his words. [color=6ecff6]"-And, yeah, of course they existed. I needed someone to run the intergalactic trade routes me and Greed had established. We were selling and buying too much for me to totally trust him with running the show beyond Earth's atmosphere."[/color]All words were spoken as if the questions leading up to their birth had practically no reason to be asked. Nonetheless, they were answered in softer tones. 

Pahn yet raises a finger as if there's one further thing to mention during his devouring of another sauce-caked slice. [color=6ecff6]"That bastard still shorted me half our intake! Your people would have done better if I could've spared the same ivory-forged weapons we provided the gods of Olympus... Sometimes I actually miss that old mountain."[/color] Pahn sighs longingly, those eyes gazing with a faint twinkle of nostalgic remembrance upon briefly losing themselves within the flickering candle between him and Anora. 

*Ding-Ding!* Another customer enters, as they often do. Yet upon that same customers entrance, the young businessman who'd been standing rather suddenly sat back down. 

This latest guest is a woman, a regal woman wearing a rather close-fitting red dress in complimenting voluptuous curves. Her black hair was tied tightly in a bun, one shimmering silver brooch caked in massive blue gems endowing it's surface with a particular shine. Her vibrant green eyes, the most vibrant to be witnessed yet, danced over the people in this room now visited by her vast charisma. Upon fully analyzing the crowd before her she raises one pale hand, flicking it towards the entrance in some absent form of a command to 'shoo'. With this, everyone but the green-eyed five stand and depart without another word. 

She couldn't be older then forty, though, it doesn't also mean she couldn't be younger than twenty five. Her eastern-European features had an ageless quality by them, those refractive crimson lips and high cheek-bones telling of words to be whispered only to those in power. 

Her high-heels smack with strength against our padded ground below. She walks with oozing confidence towards Pahn and Anora. The four seated strangers nearby have yet to move, as if nothing has changed around them. The only new traits here would be the lack of customers, and a newfound silence in the air.

One seat is grasped by the red woman. All exertions are overly enunciated, her back and rear arching outwards in obviously flirtatious gestures. She slowly pulls the chair to our pairs table, allowing Anora to finish her words should she have spoken during or while all aforementioned events transpire. 

[color=c4df9b]"Please, don't allow me to interrupt."[/color] She would say during her motion to sit, her voice cool yet callous as a lake coated in thin ice; one may gaze at it's beautiful surface, yet a single step upon it may spell utter demise. Her posture is likewise, well-mannered but somehow tense.

Pahn, still unperturbed by all which occurs around him, continues to dance and eat his now half-finished cheese pizza. With the red woman's words, he would even encourage Anora to continue asking questions by half-choreographed gestures. This shows he not only registered everything going on, but hardly cared about what it is that could possibly be transpiring directly next to him. 

The man Anora has associated with is nothing if lacking in some profoundly aloof factor.