["Fixer Office." What sort of place this person must come from... he's imagining something out of a noir film with more fantastical elements.]
Ah, so you're trying to work with the familiar, [he says with understanding, eyebrows rising. Anyone would be inclined towards the same, himself included. Something less certain comes to his expression after a moment, however, nearing a concerned frown.]
I suppose I should be grateful to hear there's "less fighting." I can't say I have any particular expertise with defending myself, much less against whatever... [His eyes dart to the flames on Dante's head, then move across the carnival goers moving nearby.] possibilities may arise here.
[HE SAYS, LYING. But he's kept up his peaceable facade for years, so it nearly comes naturally.]
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Ah, so you're trying to work with the familiar, [he says with understanding, eyebrows rising. Anyone would be inclined towards the same, himself included. Something less certain comes to his expression after a moment, however, nearing a concerned frown.]
I suppose I should be grateful to hear there's "less fighting." I can't say I have any particular expertise with defending myself, much less against whatever... [His eyes dart to the flames on Dante's head, then move across the carnival goers moving nearby.] possibilities may arise here.
[HE SAYS, LYING. But he's kept up his peaceable facade for years, so it nearly comes naturally.]