gloved hands turn pages in a worn book peacefully, “i’m sure you’re about to tell me why you’re here without prompt. but the polite thing to do would at least wait for me to ask.”
a pause.
“may i help you? Ky’lar Richardson – Son of Blackheart, Prince of Hell.”
“the polite thing would have been for me to knock.” more or less. though, that would have meant more motivation on his part, and he wasn’t in the mood to give anyone that sort of effort. not at the moment at least.
“—- it depends.” on several factors, but for now, he would play his own games, and go from there. “would you if i asked?”