He shut the door behind her, letting her stare. "Surprising." Joseph King was supposed to be a man of few words, well-chosen ones. When he'd been Gabe he'd been little different - just not as wise. He didn't bother with pretenses with her though, locking the door behind her and gesturing to the couch. As he stepped ahead, a tongue pressed to the edge of his scars and he rubbed at them, uncomfortable with her in front of him and seeing them.
"Am I?" He sat down and let his hands fall, eyes meeting hers. "I'd say the same about you, but I wouldn't want to throw you off. What seems familiar?"