He knew good and well he was bound to stick out in an environment such as this. He was, apart from his peacock-bright clothing and contrasting chocolate skin, quite different. He aptitude for 'feeling' things was refined, sharpened over decades of magic training. Tetu could always pick up someone spying him, but most of those glares lacked the predatory weight these did. He didn't even have to turn and search for the person to whom this piercing glare belonged. Whoever they were, he knew they were different. He could sense it just like he could sense the subtle movements he made when he coursed his blade up to his opponent's throat. He felt things with more sensitivity than most--and it wasn't just arbitrary "gut" feelings, either.

"Two more mochas, please. One strong, nice and black." his request rushed soft off the tip of his tongue, overt and sensual--even though that wasn't his intent.

And with that he spun around in the chair where he was met with a crowd of bodies. He spoke past them with intention, the chatter wasn't loud enough to drown out his voice.

"Observant. I like it." His words sawed through the patrons and directly at the one to whom the set of intrusive staring eyes belonged.

[@Yomojo]