[ He'd been planning on continuing on undressing — not all the way, but at least down to just his pants and shirtsleeves. Alastor's displeasure at the completely modest show of skin has him pausing, though. Almost laughing, if he's honest. Figures this guy would act like he's a Victorian spinster showing the indecency of his ankles. Maybe he should get the fainting couch ready.
In fact— He waves his hand and a chaise pops into being right behind him. Handy. ]
Well, don't read too much into it. Not like I'm trying to walk in on you or anything. [ He's stopping at the waistcoat for Alastor's delicate sensibilities. Ha. But that doesn't stop him from stretching out on the chaise like the Victorian maiden he apparently is, draping himself along the cushions. ] And yeah, I realize. Buncha violent psychopaths only looking out for themselves, I'm sure they'd love to get you owing them. But hey, lucky you, it's me and not one of them. What could I possibly want from you, anyway?
[ It's mostly rhetorical. He hadn't offered up the bandages because he didn't want anything. What he'd wanted was to lessen Alastor's pain. To help him, just a little, even if he didn't like the guy. ]
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In fact— He waves his hand and a chaise pops into being right behind him. Handy. ]
Well, don't read too much into it. Not like I'm trying to walk in on you or anything. [ He's stopping at the waistcoat for Alastor's delicate sensibilities. Ha. But that doesn't stop him from stretching out on the chaise like the Victorian maiden he apparently is, draping himself along the cushions. ] And yeah, I realize. Buncha violent psychopaths only looking out for themselves, I'm sure they'd love to get you owing them. But hey, lucky you, it's me and not one of them. What could I possibly want from you, anyway?
[ It's mostly rhetorical. He hadn't offered up the bandages because he didn't want anything. What he'd wanted was to lessen Alastor's pain. To help him, just a little, even if he didn't like the guy. ]