<div align="center">For Ethereal Rose</div><br/>There is not really anything to be on the lookout for. It is safe, right now. Normally, there would be a mild concern about pickpockets, but with Sundowner and his menagerie on the scene, none of the usual suspects were lingering around. That is, of course, excluding Sundowner himself. It is the correct reaction to be wary of him, even if it hurt his feelings. But the danger he posed? The worst of it one could not see coming. The mind was a wonderful thing. Continuing to watch the muscle would be the ticket, really. If they were going to come at Rose, watching for a signal from Sundowner, mindfucker extraordinaire, was a fruitless endeavor.<br/><br/>"No, it is alright. We were finished." Sundowner said to Bojangler's palpable relief. The woman stood up and veritably ran away. Sundowner cast a glance at the woman's back, showing mild annoyance, but soon enough Rose was, once more, the focus of his attention. "Please, have a seat if you like. Shall I have Unicorn make you a cup of coffee?" The man asked genially. He gestured towards the table. The fixings there were not for the stuff that typically was referred to within the hold as coffee: there was a bottle of some brown powder with a much faded Nescafe label, along with a packets of sugar and milk from whatever animal happened to get milked in the hold that day.<br/><br/>"Is there something I may help you with, Ethereal Rose? You have my undivided attention." His voice was effusively friendly. Way more friendly than anyone in the hold ever was. It was this weird sort of over-friendliness, tinged with a desperate, pathological desire for reciprocal affection and kindness. And looking into those shining blue eyes, it was easy to get the sense that there was precious little affection and kindness sent Sundowner's way.