Damn thing. Hawa gamely ignores the pleased sounds the manticore is making. And that expectant tinge to the expression earns Shrieky an exasperated look at first, a if you're looking at me like that, I'm never going to sit down stubbornness. Eventually, he seems to silently concede and flops ungracefully into a sitting position, coat pooling around him, a leg shifting up so he can rest his elbow on his knee.

"I can't say I'm interested in many things they have around here," Hawa grumps. Not even bars appealed to him that much-- Someone sorely needed to teach him to relax a little or find a hobby or something. One of the few things he'd actually call leisurely was when he ran into the mermaid here, or else was teaching Patrick some more about magic-- and even then it was still teaching. Mostly. "What do you do, mermaid?"