He was smoking a cigarette, puffing out the smoke as he speaks to you. You were currently in his room, venting to him about problems. Arackniss puts one out of his four arms on your shoulder.

”Ay, how ‘bout we go out nd take a walk, huh? Sounds nice? don’t worry ‘bout protection. I got us covered.”

All eight of his red-ish pink-ish eyes look at you.