Shift had hardly begun walking the room when he heard footsteps close behind. Turning around, he saw Lucas blindly approaching the table, a lethargic look painted across his face. But just as Shift prepared to call out, Lucas flipped a switch. In the span of a few seconds, the sleepy soul transformed into a livid demon, slinging curses through the room without mercy. Normally, Shift was unfazed by such things, simply using such outbursts to assess someone, but given the greeting he'd envisioned, and his growing investment in their meetings, it was quite the opposite. Processing it all in silence, partly convinced some of those words weren't English, Shift stood there with an uncomfortable look. By the time Lucas regained some composure and met his gaze, it was all Shift could do to give an awkward laugh, "Hehe...good morning?"