Ahhhh, good, good. We only have abooouuut...Five guests right now, barring yourself, but like I said; you're special. Maybe they're worried that I'll get upset with 'em if they go playing with you~ Or...

Maybe they're scared of you, too. [That? That sounds less bored, more thoughtful. It's also underscored by the sound of Gregor's boots scooting, his leather pants squeaking, the heat and faint pressure of his knees bracing either side of Akira's. Not quite a straddle, he's not looming enough to do that, but it's pretty fucking close.]

But you're pretty chatty, so I think we're getting along great~