Alfric squirmed awkwardly, his clothing had now become extremely uncomfortable and was beginning to chafe (Right spelling?) - This conversation with Redd certainly hadn't done anything to help. He glanced around him again, there was a third door on the far end of the room, tucked in the corner behind a table.
"What's keeping you?" He asked, turning slowly back to face Redd.
"Only the fact that you're blocking my way," Redd replied with a smirk.
(Yes, grandma. That's the correct spelling)