[To think that he'd be in such a place so different than his homeland. Hythlodaeus had traveled a bit in his life, but not to a great degree. He left the adventuring to those more suited for it. Giving Beat a nod of gratitude, he held his dirt-caked robe between his fingers as he stepped over the threshold and into the diner. It was some sort of common area for eating, it seemed, and the clientele and volunteers both had an uneasy air about them. It was no matter, however. Sometimes those with a disagreeable nature could be quite charming. He chuckled politely, raising a hand to his lips.]

Hahaha, not a problem at all. I'm sure it's quite the task attending to the hungry. One's mood oftentimes does not dictate their true nature.

[Taking a seat next to Beat, Hythlodaeus momentarily feels inclined to apologize for his appearance. Climbing out of the mud doesn't leave one looking their best. However, he then remembers that his current conversational partner is made of slime.]

Now then, I have taken up quite a bit of your time, and I do intend to monopolize it more. I trust if you have reservations, you will make them known.

[He offers a smile, tucking some muddy hair behind his ear. This place would serve well enough for conversation, provided they were permitted to loiter.]