There is a restaurant in a nearby city called The Crab Pot. A shady fellow that has started visiting a lot came by and idly chatted about visiting there. He explained that it was a restaurant where they dumped a literal bucket of seafood on your table for you to pick through and eat. His story made me ravenous enough it was all I could do not to bite my teacup. I haven't had properly steamed crab legs or mussels in years and would give my tail to visit that place.

Timothy later explained that our visitor was a type of emotional parasite, or in more crude terms he was an incubus. So he was probably purposely trying to provoke me.

If he does it again I think I'm going to claw his nose. Humans and humanoids may not have sensitive noses, but I bet it still stings a bit to get swatted there.

Speaking of noses, Tim had to rub mine in it. He reminded me that he could 'protect' me from influence like that if I was willing to let him cast spells on me. But what good is protecting myself from one type of evil creature by drawing on the influence of another?

If he provokes me again over it, I may give Tim's nose a swat too.