[Oh, dear. He flushes hard with embarrassment.]

Ah. Forgive me, Mister Alexius.

Mm. It depends on the place; in most of these I'll be part of a band, but in others--mostly the high end restaurants in the list--I'm playing solo. You might not recognize me when the moons pass, but I should look the same then as I do now with Cordis in the sky, so don't worry.