Dalton was aware enough of his role as host to not disappear entirely into the task of crafting a ritual. Even when he wasn't hosting, that wasn't something that Dalton indulged in, anyway. Single-minded focus to the detriment of awareness of what was going on around him usually meant someone might get blown up. With Lin's permission, he felt he could at least leave her to her own devices, once he'd established that she could, indeed, make herself at home.
“Thank you,” he said, mouth curling into a grin, as he gave her a little bow. “Make yourself at home, please. Is there anything else I can get you?” He asked this as he fished the vial out of his pocket, placing it on the coffee table, ready to be used.
“Thank you,” he said, mouth curling into a grin, as he gave her a little bow. “Make yourself at home, please. Is there anything else I can get you?” He asked this as he fished the vial out of his pocket, placing it on the coffee table, ready to be used.