Mickey turned to face the two newcomers with a vicious scowl. Oh, good. He enjoy the company of these two almost as much as Bigby's. He glared up at Boogie and blew smoke up toward the man's face, taping some of the ashes from his cigar as he spoke.

"Nah, I think I'll be stickin' around until my business is done, boyo. Best wait outside until then, else my boys here might get a little....nervous. They get stabby when they're nervous." The threat was a decent enough one, but it was weakened a little by the slight slip in his accent in the middle. Even the best of glamours weren't totally perfect. He didn't wait for a reponse before he turned back to Muffet, who was looking more than a little frigthened, or maybe outraged, it was hard to tell with a face like hers. "Now where were we?"