Rendered into Hell

[Geoffacake]

He steadily attempts to move his head away from Aelita, and turns his head to the man who's name only gives him a title to refer to... "Jack if I'm correct, but no, i don't exactly know you, i've never been told of you... This is... Sorry..." He looks at Aelita who is currently being lazy on the table, her arms flopping down below and her head rested aside the tabletop. "Its just that, i've never known her like this..." He shakes his head. "Never mind that, Thing about me being nasty is that i like to cause a mess just to 'Know', keeps them occupied while i try to figure out what they got to pick up piece by piece. Then i get a bigger picture of who they are, what they're doing, its just how i work normally." He looks off aimlessly around the room. "But it doesn't seem i need to do that here. Either because i can't... or... I just don't want to..." He continues to chuck the artifact in the air and catch it repeatedly, his eyebrows give a sudden raise and he takes in a bit of air. "Ah! But the thing about over thinking is something i do naturally. That's what i do, confuse people, its a thing. Sorry if i do that to you, its probably not intentional. Do you have anything sugary to drink?"