As good as Seoraj is at reading people, he's not so good he can read past someone who's quite so in control of his own body language that way and he misses any real alarm -- surprise, he registers that in the tension, but Tom strikes him as the sort and he thinks not much of it, just that his new friend is perhaps not the most social of creatures. He'd figured that one out on his own already, and he's not holding it against him.

He orders a different tea blend, just for the sake of variety (he's not going to ask to taste Bruce's drink, he's just, you know, going to appreciate the varied smells), and settles into his seat here on this strange leather with these low lamps in a way that's more comfortable than he often is, found in Baedal's more acceptably modern/human environs. It's still alien, but it's oddly more familiar, too, and he takes what he can get that way.

When he starts to go over the menu, he takes his time about it carefully-- sounding words out under his breath, reading with his lips moving.