He looked entirely too pleased with himself that he just taught Louise that, wondering if that could technically be deemed as a 'public service'. Now she knew for future reference. Good deed done for the day.

His fist unfurled and dropped back to his side. "Just call me King. Being called 'Mister'..." He shudders uncomfortably. "Unless I'm in a fancy restaurant and there's guys in suits with silver trays and shit. Yeah, just King."

He'd never been to such a place either. But he'd sort of destroyed one while hunting a vampire. That was close enough, right?