He set his empty glass aside. "Oh~? And yet you're here anyway. But let's not point fingers... terribly impolite."

The King rose and circled the desk, hopped to perch a seat upon the opposing edge. One leg crossed the other, and his spiny tail moved in the serpentine fashion of a cat most intrigued by what he was seeing.

"Immortality has its perks, however. Why, any old pace can be set. What's fast? What's slow? ...But maybe I see an opportunity, like you've said, and I saw fit to seize it."

He reached out, a force of habit, but hesitated. He wasn't sure what he intended to do just then. He let his hand fall back to the edge of the desk.

"...Can this Serpent top you off, pal...? Your glass is running a little low, and I won't have anyone left wanting."