Which isn't as comforting as it may seem.
Alistor stares me down as he coyly twirls his finger around his staff. There is something cold about it. Though I pay it no mind, making him more confusing as he doesn't just give up with the staring. There is something very off about this. Alastor finally gives me a look, "Dear, there is something different about you this afternoon." I pause in my thoughts. Did he just call me dear? Urgh he infuriates me, more than the 1700's gangs. Though there is no harm, there is something on edge about him, I want to find out what, the, duck, is, going, on.
"Bambi"
"Dear?"
"what are you doing let's say until we get out this room?"
"be in the room, what else? Any more questions?"
"I wanted to ask to make talk, even if it's small"
"Duck king, there is something oddly satisfying about watching you do stuff like this, though there is a calmness to you in the mist of the chaos"
"Poetic much, did the bellhop tell you that one?"
"Nope, so my radio channel will be like death"
"you did vanish for seven years, so it's not that bad"
"I thought you only met me when you came to the hotel"
He caught me there.