Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Ha-ha.
"Very funny," Aiden said dryly, slipping inside and carefully avoiding the cat that seemed intent on bringing people down to her level. Letting her suffer with only getting fur all over the shins of his pants, he made his way into the room and sat down on the edge of one of Oliver's chairs. "Water, maybe."
The man looked tired. Sleeping badly, or ... ? Aiden knew he wasn't one to talk, not that it ever stopped him, but he didn't say anything at the moment. Assumably whatever Oliver wanted to talk about would get said, and that would lend a couple clues. If it was traditional occult talk, he doubted he would have gotten called up to chat face to face.