Re: Main Dining Room
The tone grated on him slightly, manifesting as a slight clench of his jaw that dissipated quickly, if forced. Not that he had anything against upper crust folks in general, he just would have preferred them not to be so...pushy about it. Either way he pulled his hand out of his pocket, bringing the harmonica out along with it to place it on the table, spinning it between deft fingers. It glinted under the lights, one of those classic models that was made out of real metal as opposed to a cheaper plastic one which would have been more affordable but not worth the money in his opinion. What was the point in buying one if it didn't actually work well? "One of the Blues Brothers," he offered as explanation. "So is there a reason you're sitting here instead?"