Mir was just finishing his fruit when the door opened in stepped the head werewolf himself. Mir had never wanted to say that the man needed a new wardrobe but it was true. The man could look dashing if only he put a little effort. Mir deposited his fruit in the trash and wiped his hands on a cloth he kept there for that purpose.
"I would have loved to have slept in with my beautiful slaves, but the kid I got to take the morning shift bailed out at the last moment." He shrugged. "I need to get better help. What can I do you for Zoro and please call me Mir. Only my family calls me Vladimir." He also he hated the name. "I don't think I have seen you in here since, well ever." Mir smiled at the other.