"The pleasure is mine. Of course, thank you," He muttered, just to get the pleasantries out of the way. He situated himself in the chair and waved a waitress over, to have her bring him a coffee.
When he spoke, his words took on a clipped tone, of one for which English is not a first, or even a very well-practiced language. He had spent most of his years in Russia, and had only just recently picked up the ability to speak English at all. "I appreciate you agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I have been... struggling, for some time, with the dreams. It's becoming harder to sleep. Which is no good for my health, or the health of those around me." The last was equal parts joke and sullen admission; While Malakai did his best to try and contain his Hunger, without sleep, and the relative humanity it afforded him, it was difficult to hold off the urge to hunt.