"Repertoire... yes, I suppose it isn't often that a King considers declaring himself 'on the market'. The trick is also finding someone who does not desire status, power, blaaah blah blah, complicated things that are beyond my capacity in my floppy state...!"

He was tired of complicated things, or complicated thoughts. Maybe simple things for now, until he'd recovered what blood he'd lost.

But there was an odd twinge to the air. A bruise of pride. The bitter taste. Someone in the Hotel was having a time.

Well, nothing for it. He brought his hands together.

"...At any rate," he sighed, eager to shelve the subject for now. Pride demanded repayments be made.

"I should try retiring in my office, open up this area to the guests. Can't be a total slug, hm?" With that, he carefully extracted himself and got back to his feet.

He manifested his cane, gave it a twirl, and the base struck the ground thrice. With it, a small zing.

"...Hopefully the rest of you will do the same when the old sandman hits, eh?"

He looked over them all, but when his gaze moved to Alastor, he paused.

Then he was away again, tucking his hair back. He was still a little gray and clammy, but he could at least manage his way to bed to rest. Perhaps he shouldn't have used power then, but...

"Got a busy day tomorrow! Pardon me for retiring a little early. Guess some days you really feel your age, huh? Eugh~"