George takes off his mask and lets down his hood, revealing the face of a handsome, yet expressionless man. He brushes his fingers through his short, silver hair, making sure it's styled and organized. As he places his mask on the table, he makes eye contact with Sierra for a brief movement, quickly flashing a smile that was friendly yet, mysteriously on the verge of being emotionless at the same time. His slate coloured eyes quickly sized up the person he was talking to, calculating his next step in the conversation before he was ready to continue. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline, I don't drink alcohol" His accent in his voice was no longer blank, but was now replaced by an upper class Bretonian accent. His voice was perfectly neutral. "I'll open the bottle with you if you like, however I can't promise I'll drink. I'm terrible with alcohol. Especially whiskey". He waves at the bartender robot at the bar. "I'll have some water though". Moments later a medium sized glass of water was placed in front of him. He left it untouched.
"Anyway" He says, leaning forward onto the table and resting his arms on it "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit to Seasons, and for what purpose Ms...?"