Oh great. The furniture was coming for him. Bob sighed, as Dianor appeared in front of him in a quite flashy butterfly spectacle. "Why greetings. You're the boring one. Can't you go try and kill someone else? Just being near you makes me feel kind of ill." Bob mimed gagging, before realizing that this would have absolutely no effect on Dianor. At this, he leaned back into the chair, hands to his face. "STOP BEING BORING! Everything feels less exciting now that you're here. I'm fine with you trying to kill me, but could you please put a littl ebit of emotion into it?"