"Ye' alright. I'll read you the phonebook sometime, eh?" She probably won't get that, but he sincerely doubts she'll hold him to it anyway. He's slippery like an eel and with any luck he'll be gone once his spell works before she even thinks about him.

"Florida's different. Too hot for me liking but it's got its own thing going for it," he agrees. "Much better than 'ere though." Which is all he wants to talk about this place, really. Even as they start to ascend he can't bring himself to appreciate the view. This place keeps him on edge, constantly, and that in turn makes him tired and angry.

Nothing to do with his present frustrations, clearly.

"Burn it down 'nd nothing useful would be lost," he hears himself say, voice more hollow than bitter.