[ Alright, now that was more of a sincere effort. Good going. Casval accepts the wad of napkins, dabbing at the dark spot on his coat. At least it didn't drip onto his noticeably white pants. That really would've been a disaster. ]

Yours isn't the first smart mouth I've run into today, nor do I expect it to be the last, in all frankness. [ Tossing them towards the trash once he's done. ] But it's fine.

[ He had his moment of embarrassment. For not pushing the envelope farther, that was enough. Eying the stack of applications sitting on the counter, he looks back at Sasame with a (relatively) softer eye. ]

Were you looking for work here, young man?