“Ah, so you must be Casier. With your pet.. Baphomet? A cat, I assume?”

Ethan hums, a bit tickled as he eyes your goth demeanor and outfit, eyes flitting over your piercings.

His smirk falters a bit as you take out a large black rabbit, setting it down on the table. He grins as the pet squeaks, nudging itself into its owners arm.