Cledwynn's attention was affixed on the Authoress, and he held a modicum of startled surprise at how much she seemed used to this, but he couldn't stop himself from turning to the dragon amoeba, who was making one hell of a scene nearby. After all, if something that looked roughly like a dragon suddenly mooed at the top of his lungs and proceeded to fly while spewing out sleeping gas, you'd be pretty freaked out too. But his attention quickly dissipated once the dragamoeba lost consciousness once more, especially because the gas didn't affect him, considering he was a spirit.

At this point, the dragon was just starting to make him uncomfortable, so maybe it was best not to pay attention to him.

That said, he turned back to the Authoress, tilting his head as if to convey confusion.

"Okay, so.. you said you traverse dimensions, so it's likely you've seen a lot, but... It still surprises me that all that you've seen here is but second nature to you. It is.. sort of unfortunate that you seem so disinterested about being here. It.. might be weird to say, but I wouldn't mind helping you find a way to see something you've never seen before. Something you'd like. Though.. that probably sounds weird."

He rubbed the back of his ghostly neck, giving an awkward laugh, one that had a slightly shrill undertone to it, and it almost sounded demonic. That always happened when he laughed.. part of the curse, he assumed, even though it was such a strange and specific detail to add.

"But.. I don't doubt that you're not wrong. This restaurant is rather odd.. for lack of a better term. From the drink I was served to the restaurant's location and all that which lies in between, it's all very.. strange, again, for lack of a better term. Even more bizarre are its patrons. I know I'm not one to talk, though; I might be the most eccentric being here."

The devil's tails connected to him were busy doing their own thing. Two of them seemed to be playing around with each other, tangling and untangling with themselves while the third wrapped itself around the lower base of Cledwynn's glass that contained his drink. That aforementioned tail then started to trail the tip of itself around the rim of the glass as if it were the finger of a lone person at the front table of a bar, mildly intoxicated and desperately lonely while the [i]usual[/i] slow-running piano number played on a mildly damaged yet flamboyantly coloured jukebox adorned with neon lighting.

However, and though it was obvious, this was not that, and it was not close nor would it come close to such a situation.

Which was good. Otherwise this would be going terribly.

Which- spoiler alert- it wasn't.