The comment made her raise an eyebrow and she let herself drop to the floor, wandering around the place to explore it. It was interesting, and she picked up a shoe to feel the texture under her fingers. "You called him, my Alistair'." It was the principle of the thing really.
She rolled her eyes, as if tired of having to explain, "a long time ago, he drank absinthe.He stopped, for some reason. Maybe because it was harder to get a hold of me. Regardless, we spoke a while ago and I offered him a drink. They all come back someday. They cannot resist the chase, even less then I can resist giving it." Smiling she walked to him, "you see he needs me. He has no one else that would understand and give him what he needs. And in return, I inspire and take away his sorrows"