[Demon senses kinda suck. Sebastian feels... something? Something not entirely human from him in turn, but he gets the same feeling from 95% of the people here, with all their magic and bending and whatnot. He doesn't particularly dwell on it.]
Oh! Dear me, then please, just a moment... [Putting his baking tools away and wiping his hands before he comes out from behind the counter and bows, low and formal.]
Mr Nanahara, I presume? I'm honoured to meet you after all I have heard. I'm Sebastian Michaelis, although the Bakery has not been entrusted to me. I'm simply the baker.