"I have excellent social skills, that's not a problem for me. It's tolerating the tediousness of my peers." He was good at socialising, he had a lot of charm when he needed to and could talk himself out of trouble. Hell, he always did. It was just that he had little time for American jockery. "I suppose I can find myself some puppets."

Aleister sat himself down on the arm chair they had set down earlier and looked across at his mom, just studying her. He had read up on her, knew a fair bit about her on reputation alone. He was on edge, he couldn't deny it. He wanted to believe she cared but what if she didn't? What if it was a trap? "The better have decent tea here. And I want to see the basement once it's done."