[Had his nose been working like it should, he might have noticed that someone else was in the house before embarrassingly prattling on to the tablet when the Elva—Elezen he's speaking to is right there.

He perks up when he hears the voice, eyes glued to the young lord, ears likewise perked. He glances at his tablet, before he closes the application and puts it away in the backpack he slings off of his shoulders.]

Thank the Goddess, here I thought I might sufferrr the night on an empty stomach!

[He does take a moment to take in Francel's features: he's tall and has the ears, but his skin is rather fair. Elvaan were a race of darker skin, so it catches him a little off guard that he's so pink.]

My politeness means nothing in the face of your generrrosity...

[Saying such, his eyebrows raise with emphasis. Sure he isn't exactly verbally rushing Francel along or anything, but he is starting to give him some puppy dog eyes, and ever so dramatically he grips at his stomach once more.

The hunger.

It's taking him.

Please save this dying cat, only you have the power to do it, Frannyboy!]