Namek
The man picks up the glass and drinks it.
"That is a matter I prefer to discuss behind closed doors."
As soon as he says, 'behind closed doors', his armour changes to a more interconnected armour, which is at once simplistic and complicated. He grows in height and size. You at once notice you are both in the room behind the bar, but if you were to look out, the man and you would still be in the other room, but by illusion, the man in the other room is still wearing the old, cracked armour.
"Greetings Nala. I am Blastial."
By now, he towers above Nala and his voice booms, but the people outside cannot hear him speak. He extends his hand.