"Alex, you and I both know the only reason a facefull of hollow dong would incense you is because it would call into question your fragile sense of heterosexuality. And now that I've ensured you will never get the words 'floppy hollow dong' out of your head, come on in. The door's open. Feel free to smoke if you like, I bought the top-of-the-line air filtration system for just such a reason. Not that I need it of course, seeing as I don't breathe."
The rich, self-pleased voice of a man who was quite happy with his lot in life, and saw no reason to go around ruining a good thing drifted from behind the door, slurred ever so slightly: He was probably drunk or high, and most likely both. After about fifteen seconds, the door would've opened of its own accord, with or without Alex's own input on the situation, swinging in on well-oiled hinges that had just the -right- amount of creak.
"It's a hell of a day out there, isn't it? I heard that Mana has taken the battlefield. Several in fact. Simultaneously."
These words were spoken with the same mild tone one would use to say 'it might snow tomorrow, don't forget to buy milk and bread on your way home tonight'. He had one hand in the air, the claw-tipped finger weaving back and forth through the air. Since the last time he'd seen Alex, Yaksha had evolved quite significantly: He now stood almost eight feet tall, his entire body covered in the same white scales as ever, but each one also seemed to carry a tiny rune on it, that shifted even as one watched it. He looked very much like a stoned conductor, listening to music only he could hear, as he tilted his head to the side, horns sliding directly through the matter of the couch and coming out the other side. There were six of them, each around the size of a shortsword, as he chuckled fondly.
"I'm glad you're here, Alex. It's been dreadfully boring. Pull up a chair, grab a glass, and we'll talk of shoes and ships and sealing wax. Perhaps even cabbages, and kings."