Alicia's confirmation that she didn't care what happened to Alaric once the haunting was resolved mollified any remaining frustrations that Otto felt. As passionate as he was about his beliefs, he understood that there were times when a person had to consider what was practical. And judgment deferred is not judgment avoided. He nodded at her comment regarding public records. "I can manage by myself. I'd take any assistance we could gather, but I'll survive on my own."
The comments about the medium gave him pause, however. "I don't necessarily agree about her wanting the spotlight... at least, not for its own sake." He rubbed his chin in thought. "I think she's genuinely concerned about the safety of others and trying to warn them." He shrugged. "It might be a distinction without a difference. Hopefully that would make it easier to persuade her from doing anything... ill-advised. However, if you're alright with proceeding as discussed, how to deal with her is entirely at your discretion."
He blinked rapidly for a few seconds as he paused, initially not remembering their previous conversation in the garden. But as he saw Alicia demonstrate, taking the gift in his hand, he recalled the exchange amongst the flowers. "Thank you, Ms. Silvers." The Lord meticulously replicated the Daeva's movements as best as he could. Selecting a cartridge at random, pleasant memories of a fresh pot of coffee on an early morning flooded him as the familiar scent assailed him. Not bad.