[It was something he was hearing more and more from his friend as time went on - "You're not very Beastly at all" - and in some ways he took some solace in it. But he knew what he was capable of, and what happened when he lost his temper or found himself locked in a scuffle. It was this that only Beauty knew of, and something this Beast wanted to have happen as little as possible. He just had to keep his cool, is all. He led the way down the carpeted hall, jamming his hands in his pockets.]

You'd be the first to say somethin' like that. Everybody else just turns tail without talkin' t'me.

[Fortunately for the chilly Mogget, the trek isn't too far. He's soon turning the handle and pulling open the door. Inside was the gentle crackling of a hearth, the scent of paper and ink, and the occasional sound of a page flipped. Someone was already inside.]

...Uh, you first.