Autor sniffs contemptuously. "I might not now, if you're going to say things like that."

Ah, he's eating. Good.

He snorts at Rabastan's assurances about Elea. "She doesn't need to forgive me. It's not like I need to be liked." Especially if it means it raises the likelihood of our being 'helped' again.

The boy tips his head. "I'm working at the library with Majesty Lemia Ausa, and you're at the carpet shop here, so now we know how to find each other should such be necessary." He's not quite sure how he feels about that yet.

"Small moon, isn't it? Um. Have a nice dinner," he says, and saunters off before he chews on his toes anymore.