Asherror nods in agreement, glitching a pen into existence and slashing it across the paper as his signature. He summons a chair behind him and sits, focusing his blank expression on Houdini.
I find you-u-u-u-u-u-u very interesting. Your whole look ties my brain into a knot. I-I-I-I came here for information on Loki. Where di-i-i-d h-e-e-e-e go? Why d-i-i-i-d his exit make my mindscape unstable? Why? Why? Why?His last word kept looping like a broken record. He wanted answers. And if he didn't get them from this "entertainer", he would destroy him without remorse.