viclene uneltiri

Be nice to me.

I’ll never tell! Encourages thieves, that sort of information does.

Oh, dear. Thanks for the fries! [he has no problem finishing them, either, as content alone as he is with company. oh well -- he’ll apologize later, maybe.]

I thought you’d never ask! [promptly produces a mahogany box containing no less than thirty pocket watches, some in better condition than others. he points to one carefully nestled on top] This beauty is a Breguet from eighteen thirty-one! I’d wear it, but I’m afraid I can’t get it to tick.

Who doesn’t appreciate an extra fright or two around Halloween?

Very, very slowly. [nods wisely]

As for the best, being unified was fun. I think I put on a bit of weight during that time, though.

What a generous donation.

[ŷ̠̩̩͇͔͕o̜̬̙̱͉̟͋̒ͭ͂̈͗u̵̡͔̬̠̬͎̼ͧ͗ͩ͛͒̽ ̵͍̪͉͉̪̍̒̏͂̑̓͒͂͟f̯͒̄͒̂͘ư̘͚͌͠c̻̹̬͓͈͖̄̒̋̈́ͦ̕k̈́ͫͪ̅͊͛͒͏̞̀e̻͙͔̦͕̲̬̥ͧͣ̈ͣͩ̔̎ͨ͡ͅḏ̠̈́̿̽ͣ̚ ̵̛̲̗̈̓ͦͥ̈́̑́u͉͌p̵̱͍̺̹̣̒̊ͦ͒̊́͢]

[expression intensifies]

[grins at him in the most cheerfully unnerving way he can muster]

I’m in the market for several large stone gargoyles -- four meters tall, at the least. My motives are not to be questioned. Please either call with information as to where I can acquire them, or have them delivered directly to my front door.

[he plucks the cigarette from between the Dutchman’s lips before he has a chance to draw.] I’m sure we can find you one that works. Let me see... [he pulls up something on his phone, oddly prepared for this] These would be perfect!

If you insist! [suddenly growing very grave, Mihai leans forward with his best stage whisper] A spell that gives you muscles. Yes?

Oh, nevermind. Abolish the thought! [suppressing a smile, he pulls another pristine truffle from somewhere in his coat, nibbling it coyly.]