Llewellyn raised his brow at her tone a bit, before he responded and began tapping the ways she might discover her neighbor’s identity. “Oh- well… Leaving a note at my door saying you were new and wanted to introduce yourself, asking another neighbor who does spend more time here, waiting to bump into me on one of the evenings I stop in to drop stuff off or I have lessons with Lauri-ell or… You know, today even just calling me up to say you found my dog and asking me to pick him up would yield an answer. I could uh- just say ‘Oh, the blue building? I have an apartment there… Your in B-10? I was assigned to B-9. That means we’re neighbors when I happen to be around. What a coincidence.’ Or I presume the conversation would go something like that… Probably a little different.” Was he rambling? He might have been rambling a little as his thoughts got away from him.
No, Llewellyn didn’t mean for it to sound cheeky or smart. He was just stating various ideas as they came to him now that he was over the initial heart attack of someone being in his apartment when he thought he was alone. Enis would have to… get used to that again. At least the shocked reactions were something of a payment for having to put up with him.
He turned his attention to Pretzel properly though, “He is very keen to help, especially when he knows someone will spoil him if he assists… He probably remembers you too.” The detective commented, eyeing the little traitorous hound with a softer expression.
Her intent to borrow the notebook didn’t bother him. He knew where she lived now, after all. If he needed it back, he could pester her for it… Though he hadn’t needed it in some time, unless he was feeling nostalgic or needed a refresh on something from those days. “Of course, you’re welcome to borrow it. If you have any questions about the contents, you know where to find me.” Either here, work, or wherever he was given that he had a tracker in his hand.
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No, Llewellyn didn’t mean for it to sound cheeky or smart. He was just stating various ideas as they came to him now that he was over the initial heart attack of someone being in his apartment when he thought he was alone. Enis would have to… get used to that again. At least the shocked reactions were something of a payment for having to put up with him.
He turned his attention to Pretzel properly though, “He is very keen to help, especially when he knows someone will spoil him if he assists… He probably remembers you too.” The detective commented, eyeing the little traitorous hound with a softer expression.
Her intent to borrow the notebook didn’t bother him. He knew where she lived now, after all. If he needed it back, he could pester her for it… Though he hadn’t needed it in some time, unless he was feeling nostalgic or needed a refresh on something from those days. “Of course, you’re welcome to borrow it. If you have any questions about the contents, you know where to find me.” Either here, work, or wherever he was given that he had a tracker in his hand.