The Sender was not aware of who this strange creature was. Not that he cared. The rather generic-looking boy was just a nuisance, nothing more. Regardless, he had to shake him off somehow. Or at least get the pipsqueak to quieten down.
He shot him an intimidating glare. Was this what Eti Molo would do? The Sender, from his limited encounter with his host, had little knowledge of Eti's personality. The lack of information on Eti's ties to this boy also made it difficult to know how to act. Friend or rival? The Sender assumed that the hug must be a social convention to show affection. Friend. He hoped.
The Sender hushed the boy. "Look mortal. Quieten down."
The Sender hoped the words he picked were accurate in the context he was in. Regardless, he turned away to look at the front desk. The service here was terrible, he concluded.