[Old soldiers never forgot how to talk shit, apparently, and at this point in his life he didn't care enough to hold it back. There was no golden boy standard he had to try and keep, just an old ghost that had a hell of a lot of fight left in him.

Trying to act a different part, but at least it was different.

His head tipped, there was at least a castle he'd ended up appearing in before he went to hunt down his partner for this act. Apparently a good thing he did. With some actual flair he gestured towards a path that bent itself in to place. Why not use to bit of magic given to him for this.]

Since you didn't know the way to my home, I may as well show you. A proper guest, and a story to tell my dear old friend and your husband I do still know how to some some hospitality. [He was still making the attempt.]