Milo smirked as his professionalism started fading away, "For a leader of people, you sure lack initiative in conversation." Milo said, as he turned his head back to the fire. The weapons on Alec didn't bother Milo as much as it would a normal person. While Milo was slightly impressed that the man felt the need for such a extensive arsenal, he had seen people carry more weapons while at the Granite Keep. Milo sat comfortably in his chair, starting to relax. He lackadaisically picked up the brandy once more, uncorking it, and took another long draw. The endurance for such a small man was impressive, having drank nearly half the bottle by himself. After his draw, Milo corked it once more and placed it beside him, returning his gaze back to the fireplace. This was going to be a very long few months, Milo felt.