To anyone watching, it would appear as little more than two friends meeting over lunch. But like Phillip is the only one who could tell just how bothered Gustavain is, so is he the only one who would be able to notice anything off about Phillip. His entire body language is comprised of its usual, flamboyant motions temper with a casualness that could border on disrespectful to the wrong audience. His eyes are his primary, and often only, tell (which makes sense, given how much of his life he's spent behind a mask). There's a sharpness to them, a wicked sort of pleasure in the way they almost never leave Gustavain, and a deep hunger behind them. It's not just that he's the one that's in control of it, though he will readily admit that he enjoys that greatly. Knowing that they can do this and no one else knows, that only he knows enough to see what's happening and would even if he weren't the one with the controller... well. That does something for him too.

"I think I can make time for that," he replies smoothly, finishing off his own drink before rising, semi-jokingly offering a hand to help Gus up. Though, who knows, with the way he's playing with the dial, it might very well be needed.

There aren't actually a lot of truly private spaces in the Toll, but if they were looking for truly private they would just go back to one of their rooms. But for now, there's a small little shack where building supplies are kept that he pulls them into when he's sure no one's looking. "Will this do?" he hums, draping his arms lazily up towards the elezen's shoulders.