Diego followed him to the kitchen, listening as he spoke. "Well, I have heard from fellow travelers that one day, the urge leaves you. Like it was a ghost, you know?" He raised a brow. "Or perhaps you have a reason that you have yet to understand." He shrugged. Though he wasn't about to say it, Diego feared staying in one place. Perhaps that was why he was inwardly happy to leave Bellum, despite the fact that he regretted leaving both Lotte and Vlad. It was like one giant trap, a living entity that chewed on its residents.
He was getting out while he was still sane.
"That is very good to hear! Complications are never good." He shook his head, frowning. "But like all things, they only last for so long, eh?" As they entered the kitchen, he grinned, clapping the other man on the shoulder. "Ha ha, you are too kind!" Picking up the bottle of scotch, he inspected it. "Oh, this is very good. Your taste is impeccable." He paused a moment before opening it.
"And I have been well. Busy, too, with travel arrangements." He clucked, shaking his head. "Airlines, they are so full of red tape!" Sighing, he pushed a hand through his hair. "So many questions. But. I'm sure you know all about that."