Councillor Knight smiled, faintly, at the last bit from "Nicholas Scratch". He was still very much on-guard, but he wasn't manifesting even more defenses, and he wasn't speaking with hostility. He seemed to feel (and perhaps this being could know anyway) that he could at least handle this situation. Marginally.
"Perhaps no almost about it, Mister Scratch. I am flattered you think us bright enough to just happen to perhaps gain some small benefits from crumbs left in your wake; again, considering the differences in our nature, scope, and station, I take this as a compliment."
He seemed to consider something, then looked behind "Nicholas Scratch". A table grew in the gentle green grass behind the visitor. Two simple benches sprung up behind it. An eyeblink later, a steaming pot, two mugs, and tray with an array of tea bags appeared.
"I hope perchance you will forgive that I do not invite you further into my mind, but mayhaps we can compromise and sit as you continue to...toy with a susceptible mortal...for a time yet."
If the visitor agreed, they would move to the table, where Councillor Knight would think a moment before picking up a bag, placing it in a cup, and pouring near-boiling water over it. A few moments later, the scent of cinnamon and chocolate would drift up to a wan smile.
"Much has been lost due to the actions of the Kaiju and the chaos derived from them. I've lost much. Even these tea flavors. But here in my memory...they say our senses of smell and taste are powerful triggers. These bags are different flavors, pick as you will."
He sips for a moment.
"May I ask a question? You are free to answer or not if I may."
