[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26693/posts/ooc?page=1#post-838692]Seto Nanzo[/url] of The Society.
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"As you wish, Lady Momo," The machinist replied with a smile to show that he wasn't all that concerned of her laughter, hiding the fact that he did initially took it as a mockery and to a certain extent offense at his failure to pronounce her name correctly. He didn't really know much about Momo save for her name, her Persona and her family [just because he couldn't pronounce it doesn't mean he was void about their social status] but judging from the way her manners seemingly fell apart to reveal a cheeky teenage personality had melted away this initial misconception like ice floating in a body of boiling water. Besides he was used to people taking offense at him, so he wasn't all that offended by it himself. 

"Please call me Seto," He replied after a small taste test of the dessert he was given. It wasn't bad, he admit, the taste of the processed banana filling his mouth. His mind briefly went back to the unmanned platter of food nearby that he had gotten for himself, but surely one of those who were in charge of taking away such plates would take care of it soon enough. 

"I apologize for not recognizing Lady Momo earlier, it is hard to admit but I do not recollect exactly who was around during my coming-of-age ceremony. As for your kind words, the word 'strong' does not exactly describe myself, for in all honesty Personas who are capable of combatting Shadows would surely have no trouble toying with unprotected buildings such as these without much effort. Like this pudding, yes; to us, only a slight push of cutlery is all it takes to scoop it up." He took another taste of the pudding, letting the sweetness cover his mouth. The amount of attention Momo was aiming at him was starting to get on his nerve, mainly because no one had ever given him such intense interest. This also wasn't part of his plan, but there was still time until he was able to leave. That meant he had little to no excuse to escape this situation. On the other hand he knew that if he was able to get close to someone from such a high social status he could use the connection in the future for his own gain. He would take chances with a girl brimming with curiosity and admiration over the haughty and suspicious adults any day.

"Mmm, I like to refer myself as a Machinist; that is, someone who works with machinery and metal to create something new. Take this, for example..." His hand went under the folds of his pocket, pulling out an old fashioned watch. It was a round silvery object with a clasp. When unclasped, revealed the face and hands of the watch. 

"Is just your ordinary antique pocket watch. It runs on gears that tirelessly works behind the face to show you the time. A little modification, however... can make it a perfect place to conceal a corkscrew." He turned the knob which was normally used to readjust the time. In doing so, a sharp metal prong pushed out from the other side of the edge. The prong was actually a piece of multi-twisted metal exactly like those one would often see on a corkscrew used to uncork champagne and wine bottles. 

"I have yet to find any use for it, sadly. I do enjoy a good glass of wine but it is not often do I find myself in the position of opening one. Perhaps a concealed blade would fit better... Or perhaps Lady Momo has a suggestion as to what kind of machinery and contraption I should attempt next?"