If anyone were so lonely that they considered Dylas good company, he would absolutely question their sanity. He knows he's the last person want to be around. Ever since becoming a monster, he's leaned more towards shutting himself off than opening up.

"You're not terrible, sure. You're just a stuck-up fop."

He finishes wrapping the arm back, making sure to draw the strings tight so it won't come undone on his way home. Or, if asked, his way to dispose of it through proper channels. He's focused on tying when Snow White says...that, and Dylas' hands freeze.

"Don't make this weird. I wouldn't have helped if I'd known it was you."

Whether that's true or not? ...Well, Dylas knows the answer.