StephanoXReader - French Delicacy

I got a suggestion for this on my recent poll, although I had already planned to do it anyway. I hope I can get Stephano's personality right!
Again, enjoy C:

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You leaned over the table, reaching for the last cup. The cafe was closing down, and you just wanted to get home. You could feel the eyes of your perverted boss on you, probably checking out your figure as you lightly curled your fingers around the rim of the cup, pulling it to you.
"Oh, when you're done, I want you to clean up the kitchen." Your boss told you. You grimaced, and turned with a fake smile.
"Of course," You said through gritted teeth, and gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. There was a lot of still-good food on the counters, and you felt awful bad about throwing them out. You looked around. Your boss disappeared. Probably to the bathroom.
You picked up a crepe and bit into it as you stepped out the back door of the kitchen, letting out a small noise of pleasure at the delicious taste of the French food.
"You enjoy that, yes?"
You turned, surprised at the heavy French accent. A man of gold stood staring at you with golden eyes, donned in a golden outfit. He held a gold sword in his hand.
Oh, mother... Your thoughts trailed off. He wanted to mug you, didn't he? You thought about your outfit, and regretted working at a French cafe even more now. The skirt was rather short, and the outfit itself was rather sexy.
"Are you going to answer mon question?" The man spoke again. You blinked, and nodded slowly. Very slowly. Perhaps if you just stayed quiet and moved slowly he might not cut you. The man rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Look, lady, I'm not going to mug you." The man growled, and you winced slightly. You studied the man with guarded curiosity. The man stared at you.
"I'm not zat sexy you don't 'ave to check me out." The man rolled his eyes and turned, looking around.
"Who are you?" You finally ask, coming to your senses.
"Me? My name is Stephano, young lady. And what, may I ask, is your name?"
"I'm _____." You reply, rather cautiously. What the hell is up with this guy? He must be some weird cosplayer or maybe he had a weird fetish.
"It is nice to meet you, Mademoiselle ______. I 'ave traveled far and long and it 'as been a while since I 'ave seen a sight as beautiful as yourself." Stephano flashed a smile at you. Even his teeth were gold.
"Now, tell me....do you know where PewDie is?"