If he simply must have this duel,  who was she but to oblige him of that fact. Aiya would let out a sigh, one that would betray a tiredness of the conversation and one that would betray a tiredness of this person in general. She would punch him squarely if it weren't for the fact that he was a paying customer. Still A duel was a duel. Though she had to blink a few times. Had she been working herself too hard? Her eyes seemed to be seeing things that weren't there at least judging by the fact that nobody else was staring at whatever that faint outline was.

She'd blink a few times and whatever it was wrapped around the man appaered to have disappeared from her sight for now. As she would begin to turn to walk to the Cafes duelling area. "Then you'll [i]Simply[/i] have the duel you seek right? If you win then I'll serve you your food for the rest of your time here. If you lose then you'll apologise. Pay for your food immediately and get the hell out of this store." She'd say making her annoyances known. Perhaps he would get the hint.

"Now come on. People want to eat their food [i]Sir[/i]" She'd say her 'business' mask slipping into one of annoyed cynicism. 

The trip to the dueling area was a little tense. She made no effort to talk to the guy to try to acknoledge him and his wierdness. Instead she kept her eyes straight ahead. "I assume you know how this works. Go take your position." She'd say as she take her own. They were duelling on relatively old-fashioned Duel-tables but the hologram projection technology worked just fine. 

She didn't even let him decide who was going first or second. No. She wanted to get this over with. So by the time he had barely gotten himself ready and drew his starting hand. She would already be ready to fire off.

"Duel!" She would declare, as she would immediately begin her first turn. 

Observing her hand with a mere glance. She already knew what she was going to do. "I begin by summoning Steam, The Dragon Ruler of droplets in Attack Mode." She would declare placing the card down on the table which shimmered lightly as it pressed against the surface.

Emerging forth from the gap between the two tables, A dragon with a watery-like appearance, with scales a hue of cold frigid rainwater. The Whelp would let out a snarling cry.

[b]Steam, Dragon Ruler of Droplets[/b] 1600 ATK

"Then I'll follow this up by setting three cards." She'd say ending her turn almost as quickly as she began. Coming out of the gate swinging. She'd teach this guy a lesson or two. She hated working as a cutesy maid. But she hated guys that took advantage of cutesy maids more!