My, my, quite the flatterer this little meerkat was. He chuckled to himself, drumming the fingers of his right hand against the table. "How true indeed! You have quite the eye, good sir. Although it would only be in the hearts of the wicked, of course. No kind-hearted soul has any need to fear moi." His hand immediately went over his heart for emphasis, "This pure soul would never harm a hair on their head."

"And evildoers shall be spared little mercy at these graceful hands. This rose before you has--ah!--such sharp thorns." It was perhaps a little too much, he'd admit, but he had gotten wrapped up in the moment. It would, at least, leave quite an impression, would it not?

At the next question, Vyers took a good look around the restaurant before shaking his head, "I do not believe so. I would have remembered such a place as this, I think. But I cannot speak for the mademoiselle. Miss Sally, have you ever been here before?"