Aidan noted the part about not defecating in one's own backyard, to which Aidan thinks so it's our backyard? and smirks at it. He could go years without seeing his friend, such was their relationship, and to return like never having been apart. It was a nice sort of feeling to have, if he knew Mortimer was alive. At some points over their long lives, there had been many spans of not knowing if the other was still walking - or well, limping, around in this cruel world.

He notices hardly anything of worth in his drunk scan of Mort's new abode. He does stretch out his arms and rests them on the couch, crossing his legs, just to see how much he could push the old man. It was purely for amusement, and much needed jesting after being separated. And in a soft, almost mocking whisper of a voice, he replies to Mortimer's paragraph about downsizing and slavery. "Excuses, excuses, excuses." He completely ignores the comment on his smell, for even he knew he didn't smell like a newborn babe. "It's not so hard. Sure, times and laws have changed. All you need is a basement, soundproof the walls, a metal chain and you've got yourself a personal buffet whenever you feel like it. Hell, you never have to leave your castle!" It was hard to tell if Aidan was being serious or if he was joking, as his face remained emotionless. "Don't talk about slavery to me. I fought in the goddamn war about it and lost!"

His eyes though, they shimmered still in the darkness

He seems to grow uncomfortable with the subject at hand. He shrugs, sighing out a 'yeah' in agreement about their last meeting. It seems to give Aidan the itch, as he stands up and starts to drunkenly play and touch everything. He heads to the bookshelf, acting like he knew what he was looking for and doing. "Well, here we still are, old friend. Seems like the world has moved on without us." He grabs out the Bible from the bookshelf. He doesn't open it, just stares at it. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here. Don't worry, I don't need money or anything like that. Just," he struggles to find the words for a moment, "a place to lay low for awhile, you know? With someone I know won't as soon as stab me when I look away."

He walks to Mortimer, still holding the Bible in his right hand. "Crishlyn left. She was there one minute and gone the next. I ain't here for pity or charity, just a roof." His demeanor was surprisingly respective now. Like he was talking to someone of authority over him. But it's easy to see him fighting back the tears as he stares at Mortimer, waiting for some sort of reply.