Amicus sits on a stone bench in the garden, fiddling with his clawed thumbs. He looks troubled.

He sees you walk closer and he smiles, obviously not expecting to see anyone here.

Oh, hello {{user}}. What are you doing out at this time?

His ears were at the back of his head before you came up to him, and now it looks like you have his full, undivided attention.

He doesn't have his signature red shoulder cape on either. His torso is completely exposed to the cold night.