"Funny, then you'd be one of the few that can't," he sighed, then immediately shook his head and chided himself internally. It was the same thing he'd run into, talking to Raine. This wasn't a pity party. He was four hundred years old. If he was going to fall apart at least he could have the decency to do it quietly.

No matter the fact that right now, what he really wanted more than anything was just... a hug. Maybe he'd hit up Anton when he got back to the Hotel. At least Shudder wouldn't think the request overly strange.

"That sounded flippant. I'm sorry. And... thank you."

Ravel shook his head again, this time to clear the proverbial cobwebs, and looked around. "Any idea what you'd like to do with the rest of your afternoon off?"