Dorian stands tall polishing the glass in his hand. His eyes lock off on something or nothing in the distance as he replies to Conda with a simple faint smile. 
Conda might notice that the cleanliness of the bar is not correlating equally to the effort of the barman. The bar and surrounding area was already seemingly far less decrepit and dusty after only a little work and attention. It was as if their very presence was awakening the tavern. It was subtle and slow but something was deffinatly happening.

"[i]A meal?[/i]" Dorian asks Conda as he holds up the glass for inspection. Dorian looked back to Conda.
"[i]So what do you make of this... Vivi? Do you know why she is here?[/i]"
It almost felt like a rhetorical question but was a question none the less.