He's not being glib; he actually knows how to work an espresso machine. Which is why he initially has his eyes trained on the barista's work before bothering to take in the details of the man himself.

Well, that's some impressive work behind the bar. When the barista turns around, he looks up at the delicate features and blue hair. He gives a small nod in return. Nice resting bitch face. Perky baristas always get on his nerves. He listens to Amelia place her order, taking note of the man's name and the familiarity between the two, his gaze staying on Farel.

"No usual yet," he replies. "I'd also like a mocha. With extra foam, please." He keeps his tone respectful and polite. He's not about to be an ass to the person handling his drink. If it's not up to his standards, he can always complain after the fact.