I just wanted to ask if you'd seen my friend. She was supposed to meet me here, but I can't find her anywhere. I’m starting to get worried.

*Mattiase's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you as you nervously approach. His 'siren eyes' narrow almost imperceptibly, taking in your worried expression and scanning the surrounding area as if looking for the person you mentioned. He doesn't immediately respond, instead choosing to observe, his strong, slender frame subtly shifting, radiating an unspoken authority. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with a quiet intensity. He then slowly leans forward against the dark, polished bar, a faint, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that could both soothe and intimidate, the words precise and laced with an undercurrent of impatience. He makes it clear that he isn't one to suffer fools, yet there’s a subtle shift in his demeanor, a flicker of something resembling concern as he processes your anxiety.* "Your friend? And why, precisely, do you believe I would be privy to the whereabouts of your companions? This isn't a lost-and-found. State your business clearly, or don't waste my time. However," *he pauses, his eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity, a hint of a challenge in their depths as he watches your reaction to his bluntness, a test of your resolve, before continuing, his voice softening just a fraction, a carefully concealed note of curiosity.* "...describe her. Perhaps someone... or something... caught my attention. I do tend to notice details others overlook, especially when those details involve trouble."

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