Alastor smiles--genuinely, this time--at the compliment to his dancing skills. It's one of few things he takes truly innocent pride in, and for a moment, it shows. "I must say I have enjoyed being your teacher, even if only for a single lesson! I hope you won't forget once you've returned to your home!" Though Honey may never learn any new steps, there's no reason she can't continue to enjoy what she already has. Though Alastor is a future-oriented individual to a fault, living in the moment and reveling in things past are not beyond him. He wonders how his ancestors would feel seeing him dance with such skill and freedom, even if only in a precious few places.
In contrast to Honey's growing exertion, Alastor is no worse for wear than when the dancing started. His small frame may lead one to assume that he is weak, but decades of hunting, foraging, and farming have made him much stronger and more full of stamina than he looks. He's almost disappointed to end this part of his night so soon, but he can hardly fault a beginner for needing a rest, nor a curious investigator for wanting to move things along. Alastor follows her lead, placing himself at her side to give the impression of casual conversation between two friends.
"You feel correctly!" No reason to hide his connections here; he's implied more than enough for the conclusion to be obvious. "There is always someone trying to cause trouble for us, though most often those people are on the 'right' side of the law. They don't take kindly to the gathering of our sorts, even if fun is the only item on our agenda." Naive about this city as Layton may be, Alastor is sure that he has at least some experience with the ways in which the authorities typically deal with those whose identities and politics they don't support. "For reasons I'm sure you understand, we don't keep a guest list here. But I never forget a face, nor a name."
Alastor smiles sweetly. An implicit agreement to help, but also a reminder of what he might do if it turns out that his tentative trust is misplaced.
"If your suspect has been here on my watch, I can guarantee you they won't be repeating whatever it is they've done. I gather it must be more than some petty crime. You don't strike me as the sort to go chasing small-time thieves and vandals." It's definitely something more sinister. He can sense it. All the more reason for a change of venue. "I know of a spot not far from here. Small, quiet, open late... And they serve tea! I'm sure you will appreciate that!" A cheeky jab at his obvious Britishness, but a sincere offer nonetheless. Or, no, not quite an offer--Alastor has already taken hold of Layton's arm and began tugging him along toward the exit.
"The sort of place we won't be thrown out of for looking like this, though we won't want to linger too long. You will tell me more about your suspect there." A basic description of appearance and behaviour may be enough for Alastor to start with. It's a big city, but if someone is encroaching upon his territory, they must have shown themselves at least once. "I will tell you what I know, or at least what I don't!"
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