"Achille", Sean noted with a casual remark without looking up from the glass he was cleaning.
"I should have known there was a reason for so many seats being unoccupied.", he continued with an uninflected voice while he let a rag in his hand carefully roam around the glass.
After some seconds, he put the glass aside and backed against the counter. He leaned towards Achille and tilted his head to the left.
He deeply inhalted the air beside him and then said:"How come you honor us with your maddeningly cunning presence? How can one be of service, my somewhat peculiar colleague?"