Phyllis
Amos nods, watching John a moment. Something was off, but as he had avoided the question Amos didn't think it appropriate right then to pursue it. Something to remember perhaps. 

At the offer he pauses to think before nodding, "I wouldn't mind it." He'd already gone into the home of a.. Vampire after seeing them feed. What was more poor decisions? At least he healed quickly. "I'm curious though," He says, looking briefly back towards the study.

"Why did meeting an old vagrant inspire you to do more writing? Surely there are much more interesting folks you run into," He says with a smile, settling more into the habits he'd picked up in the century or so before.
Benjamin
The Drama nodded and began moving to the icebox, but stopped as Amos asked his question. He smiled and chuckled. He turned to Amos and shook his head, then raised his finger to Amos.

"Ah, but you see, Amos, you're the most interesting person I've met in a *Very* Long time." He chuckled some more, then turned back around and dug around in the icebox, trying to decide which wine served the situation best. Ultimately, he decided on a wine imported from a Beastkin tribe. He felt that the homemade taste of this bottle in particular would serve the situation well. After that, he gracefully trotted over to the cabinet of glasses.

"The story will feature a migrant of seemingly noble background, whose body has been marred and scarred by his experiences, making him a sour sight for most eyes. He and this other fellow, a masked man who briefly featured in the book I am sequel-ing, will serve as the focal points of this book's mystery." He cooed, as if in a manner that he wasn't necessarily talking *To* Amos, but to the air around the room, and he just didn't mind Amos listening. He grabbed two glasses in one hand, then gently set them on the table. He then reached back to the glass cabinet to grab a corkscrew, then proceeded to uncork the wine he had grabbed. He poured Amos's glass first and his own second.
Phyllis
Continuing to feel out the situation, Amos still found himself chuckling at the claim that somehow he was the most interesting person John had met in some time. "Most would say you need to meet more interesting people, but given your job works with the public I'm sure you tend to run into quite a few of them."

It seemed as though John took some amount of enjoyment out of picking out the wine, and perhaps even sharing it. It made him half wonder if John was just enjoying the novelty of having someone over. 

As John began describing his book however, Amos had a brief sensation of the floor dropping out from under him. It took a moment of him reminding himself of the lies the two had traded to re-orientate himself, but he couldn't quite recall what lies he had told and which ones had been truths. Taking a breath, he half chuckles before saying, "A masked man? A sort of self insert?" He asked, looking at the glass and waiting for John to finish pouring his own glass before picking his up.

"What sort of experiences did they go through if I can ask?" Now he wondered just... How closely this might link. It was mostly self reassurance, but it was also morbid curiosity.
Benjamin
The Drama noticed a slight tinge of panic in Amos before he returned to his regular aura of confidence. It made him wonder what would cause a calm man to panic, then he remembered their encounters previous, the late Lenore, and their shared stories. He tried to hide a devilish smirk by tipping his glass up and sipping from it. As he set the glass down, the smirk fell into a friendly smile, then the Drama chuckled.

"In a way, you could call him that. However, the experiences they went through... That's part of the core mystery. After all..." The Drama looked at Amos, his eyes accusing but his smile still friendly, "...Both of these men are terrible, horrible liars."

As if to ease the tension he had just created, the Drama leaned back and closed his eyes to take another small sip from his wine, and chuckled as he did so. Something inside of him enjoyed watching Amos squirm, as he gently tugged at and unraveled the lie told previously. He wanted to relish in this for a while, then, maybe if he could play it off as if he were drunk, he could reveal his own lie. He felt that that might be a fun way to move this story along.
Phyllis
He caught something in John's demeanor, a slight shift in attitude perhaps. Amos knew he needed to calm down, or focus in the very least on something outside of the room they were in and the similarities in the stories. He therefore focused on the wine a moment, something he hadn't had in quite a while, but the old habits were at least ingrained somewhere deep inside of him. He caught the scent and let himself take a sip, somewhat distantly aware that it was good but different from anything else he'd ever tried. 

"Terrible, horrible liars, eh?" He says quietly, smirking slightly. He felt pinned by the accusing, friendly expression, but... He didn't *Think* He was in danger. Not yet at least. "I'll have to remember that, though as a note for the book and depending on the race of your migrant, Elves don't scar easily."

He felt uneasy, and despite it felt equally as wound up. A long, long time of pushing his luck with slavers was to blame for that. A long time of not having a way to push back except to talk back. He took another small sip himself, weighing what he had lied about and what he had told the truth of. Really, a lot of it *Had* Been the truth, twisted into something less offensive. He smirks a moment. 

"Is your stomach still bothering you?"