The name Clover rang a bell, but it also ticked him off.   He understood the damper in his voice and could easily assume the basics of his emotions about Clover and take a gander at the depth of the relationship.  His huge eyes, though, were trampling all over his heart and reviving the party in his lower half.  He knew he was brought here for a reason and wanted to hear it loud and clear from him. As clear as his harsh accent would allow anyhow.  "That's all well and good, or rather kinda sad and shitty but, right now, I am here and you still have not told me what I need to hear." He sat on the edge of a bench, resting his foot on one of it's four extensions, which left him sitting with his legs draped open.  "So you have no master. What would you like for me to do about that?"