Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Roger Smith]

Though something in the back of his head started screaming and climbing the walls in an effort to try and reach the controls and get Adam to run away when Ragnarok mentioned 'eating' him, Adam's only outward response was a vague grimace and a blankening of the eyes to show his confusion and only very partially show that he had been rather terribly disturbed by the implied eating. But hey, at least he wasn't worth eating, so he would probably be safe...aheh.... Yeah, that made him feel so much better.

As he floated along, he handed his crutch to the miniature crocodile sitting on his shoulder, who dutifully took it and held it, and Adam pulled the device he called his laptop from a pocket in his jacket. The holographic display popped up instantly, and what he saw made his features turn sour and his face turn an angry, accusing stare at the clueless-looking, bubble-blowing crocodile on his shoulder. "How did you even get ahold of this thing from my pocket, much less USE it? You don't even have fingers!"

"NAK NAK NAK."

".........yeah whatever." He turned back to the interface, messing with it frustratedly, right up until the point Jon spoke up in answer. And when he did, Adam just sort of....paused, looking as if he'd been suddenly caught in freeze-frame. And then, after several moments, his head slowly turned to look at Jon, his expression relatively blank save for a slight hint of surprise, but a sharp glare of sunlight glinting off his glasses making his eyes impossible to see. "Oh are we doing that now."

His head snapped back to his laptop, talking as he typed out something or other. "We're doing that now. Okay." He seemed disbelieving, or else affronted by something. "We're throwing out titles and authority and such to try and get the silly, annoying kid to buzz off. Okay, we're doing that now. Okay."

He suddenly flipped completely upside-down, turning to face John squarely. The little crocodile on his shoulder, for its part, didn't even look perturbed at the sudden change in orientation, merely blowing another bubble and continuing to look harmless and generally clueless. "Hi. Adam Gaite. Heir of Time, literal God of Time, universe-creator, accidental planet-destroyer, displaced and confused child. Nice to meet you mister Lord Commander of some shit you may or may not have just made up."

"NAK."

"This is one of my consorts. His name is something or other that I forget. I kind of just call him Nakworth."