Barrow Fields Surrounded and up against a wall

An eyesore. Tybault laughed, and because assholery was a language he spoke fluently, relaxed. Generally, yeah, He said; it was true, and he was not ashamed of it. None of these people meant anything to him. No one mattered except Ophelia. But hey, if this guy was open to standing around and shooting the shit for a minute, he'd take it. It was possible that he was actually offended, but. Shrug.
Do you always creep on random strangers? He raised his eyebrows, because dude had definitely been watching him. He was looking forward to hearing this explanation, if there even was one. If not — well, he'd just have to go with his initial assumption.