"Dismissing, that's a strong word. Why don't we we talk about somethin' else, huh?" This fucking candle. Angelo swings his legs off the couch and lurches up to blow it out, immediately plunging them both into darkness as he pinches the wick between finger and thumb and twists it to squeeze out the ember. In the dark, now, he looks over his shoulder at Alastor, tilting his head to one side. "You ever get bored?"