@hellful continued from here.
The Sinner listened to Yogirt's response closely. He was, of course, the one to ask about his capabilities. It was an inquiry that he surely must've gotten many times before, but mostly in the case for Satan. That was who most saw Yogirt with, himself being no exception. Like most things, however, he wanted to explore what he saw at face value into a deeper territory. What was shown to someone was given in grace; the public had the right to know of it. The inner workings of someone's mind was an untapped dimension in that regard. Layton didn't expect to hear every little detail regarding Yogirt's practices, but the general technique and, most important, how he felt about his profession? That was what mattered. He hoped Yogirt didn't assume he was asking about any of his other clients... or any clients in general. Despite Satan's position, he had the right to his privacy like everyone else. Or, the right everyone should have. Layton never looked less than intrigued from the way his eyes widened occasionally on his face, the quiver of his lips curling upwards in some particular moments. The Sinner was only somewhat familiar with the techniques that Yogirt had described. Unbeknownst to him, Layton had not once been to any sort of therapy session. Neither did his interests align with learning the intricacies of that practice. While working in the discipline of anthropology, he never went too deep into the people he spoke with and researched. It was not his place to, not his right to know. Layton had some sense of alarm on his face with Yogirt going more into detail about Satan's standard procedures, but suppressed a sigh of relief when he stopped right there. Not only would it make him feel icky to know anything else, it would compromise them both. Not that he doubted Yogirt, but the Sinner still found himself worrying about the silliest things sometimes. The unpredictability of Hell could call for hiring a therapist in it of itself. Yogirt could notice a subtle shift in Layton's expression once the crystals were involved. His body seemed to lean in just a tad, while his eyes locked with his. He nodded his head more at his explanation, and once it concluded with Yogirt's apologies, the Sinner shook his head sagely.
"Please don't apologize. Every slither of information you've graciously given to me today has been nothing less but enlightening. Truthfully I should be thanking you for taking time out of your day to speak with me now." The statement rang an alarm in the back of his head; habits from a life-long human profession. Well, the air already felt as though it aligned more with an interview than anything else. Perhaps a botched one, which Yogirt may or may not pick up on. Either would be fine with Layton. "I'm actually most interested in the crystals you speak of. In my living years and, sometimes now, I was an archaeologist. The significance of stones at burial sites was always something to consider. Though, your use of them must be vastly different than being bestowed as a burial gift." Layton's head tilted to the side slightly, his smile widening. "If you may, could you tell me more about the howlite you've bestowed to Satan? I would love to hear about it, alongside any other minerals you've given him. Perhaps some of you own, too. Or, well, none at all. Whichever makes you more comfortable."
