He winks, "I have my ways." How he knew was he had often walked passed the universities, hearing this man speak to some of the people there. He smirked at the other before stumbling a little bit when he was pushed into the house. He chuckles and straightens himself out, adjusting and removing his shoes. He glances around the apartment with curiosity. He glances at all the jars and licked his lips, feeling a twinge of excitement. Oh yes, this job would be perfect. He walks behind the other, nodding slightly. "My name is Aeris, by the way. Aeris Pennyworth."
Prometheus nodded sagely, and moved to lead them into what they called the "tea room", the room where they had tea and also dismembered corpses. It was surprisingly clean in there, with a large metal table in the middle of the room for putting tea on when you were too lazy to hold it. Hopefully. Hopefully that was what the table was for.
He glances around the room and hummed as he waited for the other to point to where he was supposed to sit. "Thank you for seeing me, even if it was me just popping by." He glances at the other, offering a sweet smile. He was very charming when he wanted to be. "I'm very eager to understand what you're looking for in this job." He pulls his hair up in a ponytail. "And what do I call you?" He asks, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.
"Anything, I don't care. Ooh, Horace, what a darling!" they excitedly jumped about and clapped their hands as a shadow thudded into the room. Whatever this Horace was, he was tall, and hairy, like some sort of cross between a wolf and a man, with a little bit of bear mixed in. "What a dear indeed. And you brought the tea!" indeed, he was carrying a tea tray with all the accessories, sugar and milk and little silver cups to go with a much larger silver pot. "Aeris, meet Horace. Horace, Aeris. I'm sure you'll get on splendidly, the two of you. Now sit, sit, anywhere!" however, there was only one metal stool to sit on, and that was unstable beyond belief.
He startles a little when Horace entered, paling slightly at the size of the creature now in the room. But he felt an intense curiosity sprout at the sight of the other. Rather than fear falling over it was an intense expression of wonder and awe, "It's a pleasure to meet you Horace." He nods kindly to Horace before glancing at the metal stool. Not the worst thing he's had to sit on. He hummed and assessed it for a second before settling down easily. Surprisingly he held his balance rather well as he sat on the chair. He took a cup of tea, placing some sugar in before humming softly. "This is very well made. A small suggestion, if you're up for it Horace? Cinnamon, especially with herbal. It spices it up rather nicely." He says cheerfully. "Though it really depends on the tea you use it for." He chuckles into his hand. He crossed his legs casually and turned his attention to Prometheus.
Horace nodded, made a few incoherent grunting sounds, and left the room. Prometheus sipped on their tea, the flavor was quite strong and it had clearly been steeped for a while. "So, Aeris, what sort of thing brings you here? Most people think me mad, and are much less keen for a position as an assistant."
He hummed softly. "I suppose I consider myself curious." He chuckles to himself slightly. "I have experience with being an assistant. I have no boundaries, so you are welcome to use me as you see fit. Whether it be a guinea pig, or someone who simply files things." He crossed his leg elegantly. "Besides. If the science is for the greater good, then why not try, hm?" He raised a brow. He took a sip of the tea and relaxed. It was actually quite nice.
"I like you, a lot. Alright, how do you feel giving up a piece of your liver? It'll grow back… probably." they said, likely thinking very deranged thoughts.
"My body is all yours, boss." He says simply, putting his tea cup down. "Do with it what you please." He hummed and leaned back a little, his gaze curious but rather excited.
