He’s pretty sure this guy wasn’t “just” like him. Still, that seems like semantics that he doesn’t really want to get into while this guy is stomping his hooves around. He takes care to keep the knife away from his fingers, more than aware that this place isn’t the most earthquake proof. When it looks like Maurice is done, he starts working again.

“Considering the kind of people that are around here, it seems like you actually belong just fine.” He quirks an eyebrow up at him. “Besides, couldn’t it be worse?”