[ Of all the potentially sensitive verbal situations in all towns in all the world, you walk into this one, D.

Mr. Humphrey Orcot isn't often displeased by implications - usually, because he can't discern them. Call it a special day. He chuckles, dry. ]

...yeah. Nothing in common.

[ His head tips back for a moment, neck greatly offended by the chair's support, as he takes the necessary two seconds to appreciate the ceiling. Really, there's a limit to how much ethnic motif should be allowed to dictate interior decoration. ]

Your pets're always quiet, aren't they? You gotta have the first shop where there's no racket at night. You put something in the water?