Here grows [ conflicting feelings ] as he stares at this person with eyes who don’t work. What does he do? He doesn’t like the way he’s spoken to, the suggestion that a grown man ( spirit, the difference is hardly of any consequence ) could not walk across a street without supervision.

However …

A smile is forced upon lips. “A-ah … alright. Though I m-might say the same for you, sir. Should you be o-out without a friend or something in your condition?” Emil gives a soft laugh, and a hand takes the other’s with a steady grip. “So h-here, let’s help each-other, neh?”