[ 'Pleased enough' he says. As if he was, in any capacity, besides the moment of satisfaction from actually managing to land a well-deserved blow on him. Still, even he knows that there's no way Mishka would know of their little foray into the head of a woman he'd offed...

It'd just unfortunate of all the people and all the times, it had to be that one. That's the one that got him fucked over. ]

If enlightenment is what you want, then I suppose I'll give it to you. [ His glare hasn't softened in the least, especially when he crosses his arms taut over his chest. ] I'm never listening to you when you vet someone to me again. 'Trustworthy' and 'Tips Well' my bloody arse- that sack of shite got me killed and saddled me with a curse to go along with it.

[ He's not even going to attempt to explain the dreamland fiasco- he has no desire to bring up the specifics of any of them. The dancing and the kneeling and repenting, especially.

It's infuriating how unbothered he is by everything, as he usually tends to be- all the more reason for him to lightly scoff at the suggestion. ]

Well, you've got many hours yet till then if that's your intention. I wonder if you'd survive that long. [ He should leave him here, really. Mishka is fully capable of looking after himself, no matter what he says, and he knows that fully well-

But perhaps it's the disconcerting feeling of having someone from home here, or perhaps the disgusting familiarity, but a beat passes before he makes an aggravated noise in the back of his throat. For fuck's sake. ]

Ugh. Fine. If only to spare the soil from the effects of your taint. [ He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. ] I'll give you somewhere to avoid keeling over like a sick dog, but if I find any vermin in my house because of you, I'll throw you out into the blistering heat.