It’s all Greek to me

Was that how he seemed? Hattori had never put much thought into how he came across, how he may be perceived and it certainly showed. Some deemed him untrustworthy, assumed he harboured ill intent behind his sealed lips, but in his mind what was the use in speaking if he had nothing to say? Theory certainly seemed to like making small talk, even if at times she seemed to struggle in his company. He thought on her words a moment longer, blinking slowly in consideration. He did prefer it here, preferred his way of things and his followers seemed to share his sentiments, for the most part.

"It does." It suited him better, felt as though he'd managed to finally shrug off the remains of the long night and return to who he ought to be. A man of his own, unburdened by loyalties that did not warrant his attention. "And what of Abaven, your school?" He was still unsure if he agreed with the idea, whether it would work out in the long run, but that was neither here nor there.

This was the closest he could manage to get to small talk and it did serve a purpose, to get a feel for what was happening out in the wider world.