The hobgoblin's already bulbous eyes go wide, almost seeming to push out of their sockets. Its leathery yellow cheeks flush, turning almost orange. Guiseppe leans forward, going up on its toes to bring its long head closer to Laura's. In a breathy and excited voice, it says, "Well, it would be an honor to go for dinner with a woman as beautiful as yourself, Ms. Laura." It reflexively twists its curled mustache, anxiously anticipating Laura's answer, and completely ignoring her prior question.