As he listened to her story, Diego began to think of ways to handle this situation. Of course, he'd like nothing more than to just have this Phantom man "taken care of," but he imagined that doing so in a building that was already soaked in bloodshed would only make matters worse. Or better. He'd have to contemplate that a bit.
Munching on his cone, he nodded. "Ah," he replied aloofly. She was alive and clearly uninjured, so he hadn't beaten her. But of course, he could have done something while she slept. He considered asking if anything had happened to her clothing, but decided against it. If she wasn't coming forth with it now, she never would.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're safe," he said with another nod. "And if you should ever feel unsafe, you know where I am." He smiled. "My door is always open to you, Lotte. Mine and Sinbad's." It was strange. He had seen on the forums people talk about their fables as if they were foreign, but Diego had felt just like himself with Sinbad. Sure, some of the stories were different, and the name was odd, and he wouldn't have known how to kill that cyclops well on his own, but they weren't that different. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.