"You? Having an unpleasant encounter with someone? I simply cannot imagine that." Oh the sarcasm was palpable as he shot the deer a flat stare. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Regardless, I think it's more than a rude encounter with the Radio Demon that's the root cause... I wish I knew why so I may be of some assistance. I know things have been difficult for him here with Loona gone."

Being there for him just wasn't enough. He could never replace a father's love for their child. That was something he knew first hand. Love, huh?... love..

The goetia was struck mute as he stared unfocused at the doorway. The sinner's voice fell on deaf ears for his mind was wandering somewhere else farway. It was the pungent smell of the outstretched elixir that pulled him back to the present, automaticly taking the offered drink.

"No, I have casts on my broken bones. The only bandage that is even remotely covering anything delicate would be the one that is being used as my sling for my broken arm." Stolas took a moment to gulp down the tea. Holy fucking Hell. Instant regret rattled him as he hacked and sputtered so hard that he thought his lungs would spat out. "What in the Hell did you just give me? Absolutely fowl."