"—yyyes," he says, mildly skeptical right back, like, what. Does he not look like one?
He keeps his hand on the doorknob, still blocking her from coming through it, but takes half a step back and settles his weight on his back foot so he isn't quite so looming. He's made enough people nervous—not often because of anything he's done, just because of the Warden thing—to know what it looks like.
"If you're here to complain about the noise," he says, which is a joke but also not, they're a loud bunch, even without adding the griffons to their ranks, though it does help that they aren't all in the same little camp anymore—anyway, if she's here to complain about the noise, "you need to come back in a few hours and ask for Nathaniel Howe. He handles the complaints. I'm Alistair. I handle the compliments."
That's a joke, full stop. He doesn't manage to keep a straight face.
no subject
He keeps his hand on the doorknob, still blocking her from coming through it, but takes half a step back and settles his weight on his back foot so he isn't quite so looming. He's made enough people nervous—not often because of anything he's done, just because of the Warden thing—to know what it looks like.
"If you're here to complain about the noise," he says, which is a joke but also not, they're a loud bunch, even without adding the griffons to their ranks, though it does help that they aren't all in the same little camp anymore—anyway, if she's here to complain about the noise, "you need to come back in a few hours and ask for Nathaniel Howe. He handles the complaints. I'm Alistair. I handle the compliments."
That's a joke, full stop. He doesn't manage to keep a straight face.