The very moment that Matilda and the Prince entered the establishment, it was as if a glamour had passed over him. Ears came forward, and eyes sparkled, as the tone of voice went from gruff and serious to warm and jovial in an unsettlingly instantaneous way.

"[color=7bcdc8]Buh' is good ta know, an' is' right fine advice ta be careful. I'll do muh bes' ta min' muh manners when we git's ere, don'cha wurry none.[/color]"

He made a jovial chuckle and showed only the most polite bit of teeth with a warm smile. "[color=7bcdc8]Thankya fer lettin' meh know![/color]"

He turned his attention to the prince who had come inside, who seemed confused, and with a bit of melancholy. -- An emotional state he could relate with, for certain.

"[color=7bcdc8]How ya doin' young sir?[/color]" he chimed jovially, before motioning to the side of the bench beside him. "[color=7bcdc8]E'res room o'er 'ere fer you an' miss Matilda 'ere. Bench be good n' sturdy, shoul' hol' us all--- Come an be social![/color]"