Wraith finished wiping off the booth's table and deposited the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink to be done later in the day.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and reemerged from the kitchen, but stood in the door way instead, his back against the door frame, hands in his pockets as he observed all in his dining hall.
"Thank you for putting him away for me, Semi," He said softly, "I'm sure he'll have quite the hang over come morning."
His amber eyes glanced over the room's inhabitants, one by one, studying and taking note of each one. All female, he thought to himself, somewhat dirty thoughts dancing through the back of his mind with each young lady his eyes set themselves upon. True, he was a pervert, but first a gentleman, and thus, he did not stare and dared not make his thoughts known.