The doctor's nonchalant and oddly calm voice lilted at him at the table, breaking his preoccupation with carefully studying the other guests. 

"[color=7bcdc8]oh uh.. Yeah. Ya coul' say dat..[/color]" he responded distractedly, still worriedly eyeing the other guests, while sipping (or rather, discretely lapping) at his drink at intervals. "[color=7bcdc8]... Uh really dun' like it 'ere.. Da clothes looks nice an' all, but...[/color]"

he turned his head toward the doctor.  "[color=7bcdc8]..It hot in 'ere, or it jus' meh?[/color]"  He sat his drink down and frowned at it. "[color=7bcdc8]uh miss bein' outdoors.. Uh jus' wanna go home.[/color]"

What would be the best way to say how he really felt? Perhaps, "obligation" was the right word?.. Maybe, but not quite... He struggled with it, and it came out a bit like a verbal carriage accident.

"[color=7bcdc8]E'res peoples I cares 'bout-- critters er' not-- as I worries 'bout. E'en the 'act'al' peoples in da town, e'en if dey is arseholes tuh meh more of'n 'an not... I's tired, an' feels da win'er approachin... uh only really come ta stop da war ya knowed?[/color]"

Realization that he needed to be more guarded with his conversation, due to the interruption of the oddly dressed man, and the subsequent interruption from the Delving patriarch, fluttered like a shadow over his consciousness. An unwelcome, offensive shadow. More things he did not like about this place, but lacked the words to address clearly.