[As soon as Mort proclaims he's passed the test, Aster lets out a huge sigh and flops onto the tabletop, arms outstretched and face buried between them. Just give him a moment to slip from the shackles of extra sugary speech.]

Mmmmmm, you're a tough customer, aren't you? I don't know that I'd manage to snag you as a regular even at my best! And that'd just make me try harder, but who wants a desperate host, right?

[Stretching fulfilled, he crosses his arms instead, chin propped up on one forearm and smile a touch more subdued, albeit still very much saccharine. He'll never lose that outside of losing his temper.] You should become a host. People would fall over themselves just to try and win their way into your good graces. ...But that'd probably be boring for you, so I guess there's no point, huh? You've probably already had that happen a million times over.