He narrows his eyes in suspicion of the 'inconsequence' of the establishment, but does not pursue the point further just now. When he's through squinting he sighs heavily and passes a hand over his face, looking around at all the cars and pedestrians moving blindly past them, apparently having no idea what has almost transpired here. Free to move in and out of the Rift's limits.

"We must be patient," he says. "This can't last, whatever it is. We'll find a way to reverse it, or something."

The ease of the 'we' troubles him just a bit. Is he really consigning himself to something as ridiculous as teaming up with this petulant creature? The same one who threw his soul into a tree the other night? Ugh.

"Well," he says, tremendously awkward. "Fancy a drink?"