"Ah, you've found me out. Everyone is always all 'oh Amadeus, what do you do in your free time?'. Why knitting of course. But only the stylish kind. None of that little old lady knitting." Wouldn't that be a hoot if the Sheriff really did knit in his free time. Not that he had actually had any free time. That was the point of being here was because they were stretched too thin.
For a moment Amadeus' eyes roamed over the other magazines on offer and well, it all disturbed him just as much as the selection of books on offer. It made his gaze go back to the Toreador behind the counter who he didn't even need to speak with for five minutes to know that she was wasted here. He wasn't even sure he'd condemn Tristian to this Hell. Or Rhys who Amadeus was still deciding what to do with. Maybe some time spent working here would put things into prospective for the fledlging. "What if I could help make your night even more interesting? Have you ever thought of being about to go on a bloodsoaked ramapage within the local laws and ordinances?"