"Well I suppose anything can be useful, even if he is ah bit lazy"
The room was rather well decorated, and didn't seem to fit someone with such an accent. There were a few plaques on the wall, as well as a few couches, a coffee table lying in the middle of them on a large rug.
"Suit yerself, it's ah pretty unfitting name in my book"
He slowly took a seat in one of the leather wrapped couches favoring his right knee a bit in the process. If she looked towards his former position in the corner a neatly pressed uniform hung. Along with a framed certificate, it was rather difficult to make out the majority of it, the words Wounded in combat and Mordecai were in bold however and stood out like a sore thumb.
"Sorry fer the rude welcome... it's funner n' hell to scare the boy though"
Zach seemed a bit flattered by her comment on his drawing, and merely shot a scowl towards Matthias followed by a few harsh words.
"And I suppose if your skill set is so wonderful, I should just ruin my life like you did"
Zach got very quiet afterwards, Matthias' light blue eyes had a bit of fire behind them, though he didn't look at the two. He let a bit of a bitter smirk pass his lips.
"That's cute, Y'know Connlaoth wasn't as perfect as you civilian's got to see it, the whole goal of the place was genocide I know..., but if I do recall I managed to keep your little abilities hidden from them and kept you from being a little puppet like I was, besides it's rude to piss me off in front of guests!"
He was rather calm for the most part of his rant, his eyes quickly darting to Zach as he yelled the comment on rudeness at him. He swiftly flung a pillow at his face striking it perfectly on the bridge of the nose. His accent had faded during the conversation, the drawl completely undetectable.
"It's pretty rude ah' me tah make ya'll stand around like lawn gnomes hava seat"
