[Belthazar is in need of a sous-chef, but he's mostly distracted by just how beautiful this guy is. Is he even human? Probably not, since that's the kind of elven beauty that kills people.
Excuse him, he's having a moment.]
Um-- uh-- that is--
[And he's offering to help. Belthazar can already feel his face turning red-- a blush that tends to ignite the tips of his ears.]
Y-your offer is very kind, my lord, but y-you needn't trouble yourself...
[He is slowly but surely shrinking behind the counter. He's only 5'1. Let him die.]
sorry this is so late, I got sick lol fml
Excuse him, he's having a moment.]
Um-- uh-- that is--
[And he's offering to help. Belthazar can already feel his face turning red-- a blush that tends to ignite the tips of his ears.]
Y-your offer is very kind, my lord, but y-you needn't trouble yourself...
[He is slowly but surely shrinking behind the counter. He's only 5'1. Let him die.]