Another smirk pulled the corner of his lips. "Mine is not the best place either. Though, I experience the worst the world has to offer. Which is why I live on a farm with Strays away from everyone." He could imagine the extra level of harshness that would come from a world with some kind of magic or powers in a large population. It might be better for him because he would not have people declaring him criminally insane because of how he understood things the higher-ups did not.
"Maybe. Placate me in a way." There seemed to be a lot of things that showed up to placate the captives in the hotel. "I think Winston and I are more like equals than me being a parent," he teased.
Watching her put back on her gloves, his brows furrowed in thought; questions written on his face but not said out loud. Winston moved over to Will, sitting politely beside him. She was nothing if not polite and might have been trained for support before Will found her that rainy, muddy night.
"How long have you been here?" He asked instead of any impolite question toward the gloves.