[ Casval shakes his head, gestures amenably with his hand to cut through any misunderstandings. Relax. It's alright; you're not one of his underlings. He won't bite. Too tired to, really. Too worn out from everything, and he's not in the mood to snap his fangs at a kid. ]

I don't mind. [ His smile, much like the now dormant piano in front of him, is worn at its edges. ] I can only hope you appreciated the performance.

[ Not that he was putting on a show for show's sake, but an old soldier still had his pride. Leaning against the piano's surface, Casval looks Banagher up and down. ]

Were you part of the staff here? I'm afraid I didn't notice you when I came in.