Any oogling was long lost by the Gargoyle. He was focused on his task and had his few priorities in place. He needed to establish a base of income and a place within this society. Perhaps in time more Gargoyles would come and that was his true hope.
For now, he could play bartender and keep the bridge from disgusting humans.
"Why don't you take any? I saw you serve that other table." He asked out of genuine curiosity, head tilting. Zander may as well have been a newborn into the open world. There weren't many culture customs his clan was privy to outside of the school they guarded. But his attention never faltered. He nodded that he understood the information she had given him. "Understood."