Vega
"Hrm." He nodded in an oddly curt way, before turning his back from her for a moment. His back was completely exposed, open for a strike. But despite that, something in his aura was shifting. No... the color of his very soul.
"In my line of work, it can prove...desirable to have a schedule of sorts. Routines can be comforting." He picked up the plates and cups from the table and began to clean. "Time is precious. Time is fleeting. And time is something our good guest doesn't have much left of."
But before then, he needed answers from him. And until he talked, he had to delay the inevitable, as much as it tore his heart asunder.
"Perhaps a woman's touch could be suited to this." He turned back to smile at Lulu, but there was a cold sort of gleam in his eye.