[ let's be real here, if he wasn't such a little shit, they wouldn't have gotten around to talking, and then he wouldn't have ended up here, commandeering your door. his door now, by the way, he'll plant a flag and everything.

but d's reply is just about what he's expected, accompanied by the familiar twitch of the count's lips, which totally means that the guy is only not being a little shit back for the sake of appearances. snickering, and with a half-hearted salute, he pads into the petshop as though he were a long-time resident, finding place on a couch to sit down and lounge. ]

Alright, it's time. I know you've been waiting for this, and I, for one, am all ready to be wowed or mortified or some shit.

[ obviously you've been spending all this time just waiting to show off your favourite snobby teas to him. don't deny it. ]