Huey: " I highly doubt it!" He sighed with a smile jumping down from the counter and streching his arms out. He looked around after a moment. "Where did you say the mockingbird was?" He looked back to Ariv with an innocent looking expression".

Ariv: "He's sleeping right now. He needs rest," Ariv sighed picking up his glass again. "You can call him Alastor when you're talking with me. I am not sure how he'd react if you called him that, but while talking about him, if it's easier, just say Alastor."

George: "Who says being happy means you need to be dead?" George asked, rubbing his back as he just listened with his eyes closed.

Huey: he became all confused when Stopped speaking. "We call him the mockingbird out of respect, his name tends to be a trigger for him when he's confused. It's not his birth given name. He hates it. Did he not tell you this?" He tilted his head with curiosity.

Ariv: "No... My siblings and I simply have referred to him as Alastor," Ariv replied, taking a sip out of his glass and narrowing his eyes once he realized he had finished it. "I suppose there is a lot we haven't told each other."

George: "No you don't...," George mumbled softly. "I know for a fact you don't. You care about people and you protect those people. Do you know what will happen when you leave them?"