He was dragging, but small tasks kept him busy. Rearranging the garnishes, polishing the mirror directly behind him, arranging bottle service by color and size rather than alphabetically kept Balthier entertained for a while. When he heard a woman's voice at his back, he turned and returned her small, polite smile. "I'll have that right up for you, miss."
After fetching the order from the kitchen (smelled of garlic, light enough to only feed one person), he deposited it and the bill in front of Miss Alexander. "Here you are. I hardly mean to pry, but are you eating alone? If that's the truth then it is a shame." His polite smile quirked into something a bit more roguish. "Could I persuade you to dine in tonight?"