[ ... Just like Sharon... he thinks they'd get along wonderfully, Sharon probably writing her all the sappy romance she can handle--mmm, he... he's been trying not to think about this, about what he's lost because they're gone

(Gone again and he couldn't protect them again, why was he so useless--)

--but he will not dwell, HE WILL NOT. He does not care. He shoves it somewhere deep, and leans on one of the chairs, letting his arms hang down. The dishwear on his head clatters but does not move or drip. ]

... Goblins... ridiculous.

[ He waves a hand absently, and it's said with not much thought to it. ]

I have seen creatures that are entirely human and far worse than such; how one could bring themselves to even care about that is beyond me. If they cannot see the obvious with your irritating positivity, then they are blind, deaf, or fools. Goblins are simply repulsive fairy tale creatures.

[ ... Anyway. ]

I shall have to see if I cannot arrange something next time, at any rate; it would have made today far more pleasant if you had been honest from the beginning, Miss Amano. Though it hardly matters. ... However, I promised you I would answer you in return, so you may ask whatever you wish of me before we go.

[ He is offering, but that does not mean he will be FORTHCOMING. Still, he detests owing people favors. ]