"why hello young mrs., might i inquire as to your menu selection? you see i'm a man of peculiar tastes and i've been in search of a place which might be able to be my regular dining establishment" maxwell says with a deep, silken voice that was quite kind despite being something that could be interpreted as fear incarnate. maxwell's towering form allowed him to still be able to look with a downward slant despite being seated, and his faint smile promoted a kind manner despite the aura of nightmares surrounding him which would drive most psychics insane with fear if they were to even come near him. his pinstripe coat was form fitting and especially clean, having been washed just this morning while his black top hat rested on the table, his ivory cane resting against the table and exuding the same aura, amplifying it to the point of being able to send shivers down any normal person's spine upon nearing it