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[A smooth, sedulous voice answers:]

You have reached Claude Faustus, butler to the Earl Alois Trancy. How may I be of service?

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[Surprising someone is the least harmful way to force their emotions to flare. Fear, panic, astonishment, realization, and relief--Claude enjoys seeing and feeling them flash and fade in rapid succession. While he waits for Elliot to settle and say his piece, Claude continues to stare at the fast food as though he would eat the bags and boxes whole. Shit, he is hungrier than he thought.]

You are quite welcome, [he replies, looking up again. His gaze lingers on the center of Elliot's chest, where his life force does not originate from. Claude has to wonder how long it'll take for the disembodied soul to start rotting.] However, as I've said before, it was not at all any trouble. A good butler should be prepared to assume the housekeeping.

[Peering into Elliot's eyes, Claude takes the bag of food from him. The bag's paper is warm and he wants to hug it to his chest, snuggling it like a security blanket. He refrains for the sake of propriety.]

I wonder which toy I'll acquire... [Somewhat amused, actually.] There was a Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera die-cast car I had my sights set on. [He reaches into the bag to retrieve a few French fries, which he eats one at a time, slow and steady. His self-restraint is admirable--of course, once Elliot is out of sight, he'll shove everything inside his mouth.]

You have my greatest gratitude, sir. If you find yourself in need of more assistance, please to be letting me know.