I'm not saying you're a recluse, but this place is always quiet. [ He jabs a finger at the god, taking the denial and rolling with it, not backing down yet. ] Was it always this quiet before?

[ He has a hard time believing any place he - or any of the other people he's met with tattoos - inhabited would be quiet for long. From what he'd observed, they seemed to be a rather rowdy bunch. ]

It's kinda sad, isn't it? [ He glances around the interior of the bar, wishing a little wistfully that he could remember this place. What he'd done here. ] It seems like it would be a fun place. I mean, the Mario Kart was fun and stuff, right?