[There's a few moments before he responds- Updating his implant's notes on the woman he had just served with the time of her order, what he had made, attaching it to the facial recognition to make sure he'd have it should she approach the counter again- and then giving the shaker a quick wipe-down, before depositing it into the oddly-glowing UV sterilizer built into the counter.]

I'm sure you have time to do a great many things.

[Like fuck off. That's a thing you have time to do, Ardyn.

Still, there's a tight-lipped, forced smile as he shrugs at the man's weaseling out of actually doing anything.]

Well, I suppose they do say cleanliness is next to godliness. Maybe if you're get enough practice here, when we get back home you can shine Ramuh's boots.