For a moment, Scratch pretends to think about that. But of course he knows that look. It was the look he got yanked out of the Dark in. He doesn't really miss it.

"Ah, yeah, you caught me in my writing shit for sure," he chuckles, shaking his head dismissively. "I tend not to shave when I get into it. No wonder I can't remember you, was probably preoccupied. Y'know."

Another cheesy smile.

"Before I got here I was all cleaned up and at a party. Like night and day, right?"