"Miserable." he said, dropping back into his chair and reaching into his desk to toss the boy a blood orange, nice and ripe now. "I mislike the tone of the city." he said with a sigh. "Knives in the dark, princesses stabbed, body-parts left in beds. It stinks, boy." he said.
"I'm of a mind to cleanse my nose of the stink. Perhaps with fire?" he said with a quirked eyebrow.