[ he doesn't exactly see what was so exciting about the prospect of rubbing his head beneath his hand. he deliberates over these actions and can't help but to question how much of this is genuine or a front, if only because ... he couldn't quite picture himself behaving in a similar manner.

he supposed it didn't matter either way, and he decides the time dissecting each one of his movements and decisions was a waste either way as no one would truly know except aster himself. so he keeps his conjectures to himself. ]

I'm not sure if my subordinates would have agreed with you, but to be honest, I suppose the worse they've been through was cleaning all the corpses. [ not to bad, if he had to say so himself. though, they likely lived in constant fear that they could have been next with one wrong move.

but, considering this probably wasn't a very alluring topic— ] Scold you?

[ while aster seems to have every intention to sit on mort, mort casually just picks up a menu and lays it flat on his lap.

aster wouldn't bend a menu would he???? look, it's the only thing that made sense that was right there. ] That would depend on the circumstances, wouldn't it?