He nodded, more out of habit than anything else. Corey was in front of him and unless he had eyes in the back of his head (could be a possibility, Alisa has said he was a mutant) he wouldn't actually see it. Enteinne licked his lips at the smell and smirked a little, "mmmm sweet potatoes... probably be what God eats every night, non? An' if he don't... he be très stupide... an idiot."
Enteinne tucked his hands into his coat pockets and hugged it closed,still hunched over in what was clearly a perpetual slouch, not sure what the polite protocol for putting the jacket somewhere might be. "How'd ya afford dis place, homme? It big an' expensive lookin'. You a rich boy? If ya a rich boy, why ya buy dis ol' dump?"
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