He takes a moment to wonder if people still find him terrifying.

He then proceeds to casually sip his inky black tea.

He preens at the sudden influx of company.

"A tisket, a tasket, all these pretty hearts in one big basket."

"And people think my husband wouldn't know his way with little ones." He smiles fondly.

Children make him feel so incredibly domestic that he contemplates preparing a spread of treats for when they're finished.

Folds his hands together proudly.

May have prepared a very large array of monochromatic treats. He bites his nail in thought.

"Metaphors galore."

"Ah– it seems the Vikings have opened their eyes." He combs fingers through his hair in a pompous manner.

"No yelling in this house!" He yells from somewhere in the house.

Taps a manicured talon against his teeth in thought, other hand occupied by his grip around the delicate ear of an ornate teacup.

Yawns over-dramatically.

Something about a very /lively/ museum these days––and he suddenly feels like taking a trip.

Sips a flat white because it's National Coffee Day and he's just /that/ pretentious.

"Oh—/delightful/."

He knows he's beautiful, but he's mildly confused.

"I think I might need to start watching professional wrestling."

"Always such dull mornings. Ah. I remember a time when people flocked to me at all hours."