Benjamin
The Drama began to mull over the details of Amos in his head more and more as the conversation became more casual and easy to maintain. The relation to the late Lenore, the truths he could ascertain from the stories told by Lenore and Amos both, and the general strange air about Amos himself all were coming together in his head, and he danced through the possibilities. Eventually, though, he did settle on one...

"Ah, of course. I've considered donning a new costume-in fact, I have a design drawn up so that, should it ever tickle my fancy, I can bring it to my tailor and she can work her magic. Though, as you said, I feel like if I got my answer it would be rather disheartening. Though, I *Would* Like to gauge my performance. I wouldn't be able to improve if I never sought out flaws." The Drama chuckled, replying as shortly as he could bear to. 

Amos must be of noble blood, specifically a family of purebred high elves. He also believed Amos's story of his competition with his siblings, though, he didn't believe the scale to which Amos described it. In fact, with how snobbish elves tend to be about their superior looks, especially high elves, the Drama was willing to be Amos was *Drastiacally* Understating the scale of the conflict. On top of that, Amos's current condition was far too timid, though at the same time incredibly nervous and careful. Clearly, he was a man who had been through a lot, and had been humbled by his life experiences... The Drama didn't think Amos quite told the full truth as to how his odd form came about, either. However, he couldn't track down that truth well enough. He did still believe the ultimate cause of this "Prank", though, like stated previously, it was likely meant to be more of a "Life ending disaster" Than a "Prank", especially considering the embarrassment Amos's brother might have felt when Amos took his place in that meeting of nobles.

After this, Amos seemed to have fled. From what the Drama could tell from Amos's constant moving about and the fact that Lenore was pursuing him—yes, he was sure Lenore was pursuing Amos—he was specifically running *From* Something. Likely, he ran from his siblings, who wished to put the ultimate end to their brother who tormented them so. Truly, the Drama's fondness of Amos grew by the second as the breadth of his life behind him sprawled out before him.
Phyllis
It seemed as though John's mind was elsewhere, and it gave Amos a few moments to settle in and think himself. He didn't think he was in danger, but he was not entirely sure John was well either. He'd had quite the, well, *Dramatic* Shift in attitude and behavior since coming inside and coming upstairs. While he was sure John had a tendency towards dramatics; Wasn't acting one of those things? This didn't feel the same.

This felt quite a lot like entering and acting out a daydream; It almost felt like avoidance.

Granted that all came back to how they both met and got along so far as well, didn't it? They both lied, even if they were perhaps *Terrible, horrible liars* It just seemed to be how they were. Listening to John's short response he smirks a bit, "Nothing wrong with figuring out where the short comings are. But how would you improve it?"

He was generally surprised to find that he didn't really dislike John despite how they seemed to get under his skin. Really, he rather enjoyed talking to him and being able to learn a bit more of him. There wasn't the same back and forth dance to deal with, or he didn't feel as pressing a need to do so.

He had a feeling that, more often than not maybe, John used his experience acting in the same way Amos used his speaking; To keep people and things at comfortable distances. If he thought about how John had been initially when he found him... Found him feeding on Lenore compared to how he was within a few moments, he could judge that maybe for a few minutes, John stopped acting. If he had then maybe that could explain the abrupt, sudden shifts in behavior; Like donning a mask that wasn't quite as literal as the one he carried about. He still felt like he didn't entirely understand though.

He wondered briefly how John had become a vampire, and if that experience perhaps lead to some of this behavior. Or did it stretch farther? Instead of leaning into that question, or idea however Amos sipped the wine and spoke again.

"Will you tell me more about the book you're working on?"
Benjamin
As for Amos himself, the Drama figured that he was, more than not, the man he presented himself to be. A relaxed and mostly confident man with a dark and troubled past that seemed to loom over him, tainting his relaxation and confidence with the lightest sense of anxiety. Amos, from what the Drama could gather, didn't like to directly face the larger problems that were in front of him, the things about the Drama that made him uncomfortable. The way Amos was so quick to recover from finding himself feeding made him believe this. Amos seemed to push those aside, and try not to think about them.

"I can't know until I find out the problem. After all, there is no one solution for every problem; each unique problem requires a unique solution." He nodded and continued his thoughts. He thought of the nature of Amos's body, just for a moment. The changes seemed purposeful. Less so purposeful as in not accidental, and more so as in done with delicate intent. They weren't mutations brought about by alchemizing Amos's body with reckless abandon, there seemed to be great care put into every single one, as if Amos was a mad alchemist's lab rat. At least, that's what the Drama ascertained from Amos's clothed appearance alone. Mayhaps if he could get Amos naked... He chuckled at the thought, knowing it was ludicrous.

"More about it?" The Drama was snapped out of his trance, taken slightly aback by this question in particular. He hummed and thought about what he could tell Amos without giving away anything major. Maybe why the main character is so interested in these two strange men? No, then that might spoil Amos for the previous book... Ah, he knew something.

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"Well, I don't think I could tell you much about this new one. As you could see back in my lounge it is in an incredibly early stage, so most of what is written right now might not even be recognizable once I publish the book. However, I can tell you about what I have already published..." The Drama set his glass back on the table and stood up. He pardoned himself and walked into his study, then came out a moment later with a hardcover book. On the cover was inscribed a title, *Of Pens and Needles*, and below it the name *Jessica Cross*. The cover of the book was plain red, as most books were.

"This is the previous book that it is a sequel to. I actually have multiple copies, so if you wish to borrow or take this one, be my guest." He smiled and set the book down on the table in front of Amos.

"A funny thing, really, I asked for them to print off a single copy and send it to me, but they printed me ten instead."