[ Mr. Molly. he screws up his nose a little and shakes his head, waving a hand in front of his face dismissively. ]

You're too polite for your own good, you know that? [ something tickles the back of his mind, wisps of memory that begs to be grasped onto, to be remembered─ but he won't. Mollymauk pushes the wisp down, locks it away, and focuses on the wolf man in front of him. ] No need for the Mister part, just Molly is fine.

[ the myriad of colors shift as Molly adjusts in his seat, gold and silver chains adorning his horns jingling alongside them, crossing a leg over the other. his gaze flicks to the glass, then back up to Lycaon, eyes practically shining with anticipation. ]

I've heard this lot are a good sort. I really need to come by on the busier days, meet some of your co-workers. They sound like a fun lot.

[ hell, if Lycaon will be around more often that is even more reason to come by more often. ]

Hmm, one 'Death in the Afternoon' sound wonderful right about now.