What was he supposed to say? Hatter had been much more content with keeping his feelings safely bottled up. It meant he didn't have to worry about things like this; or about the never-ending scenarios racing through his mind in which Alice rejected him completely. He just couldn't see the logic of waltzing up to her and declaring his undying affection, it was just insane on more levels than he was used to. Lips pursing in silent contemplation, the unhinged individual rubbed his nose thoughtfully as he looked towards Stayne. He didn't want to ask for advice, it was too painful for his pride, but he was going to have to do it. Inhaling sharply, the orange haired Hatter braced himself for what he was about to do. If history was anything to go by, he wouldn't be receiving any helpful advice, but he had to take the risk; for Alice's sake.

"What am I supposed to tell her?" whispered Tarrant cautiously, his alter-ego nearing the surface as he awaited an answer. He couldn't think of a sane way to tell Alice how he felt, especially not since she'd returned home. He'd missed his chance, hadn't he? Now it was simply flogging a dead horse.

Stayne choked. In his tormenting of the tea-obsessed individual, he'd expected the flying crockery, but advice? That was just disturbing. He'd never been asked for helpful advice before, it was just a case of nodding and agreeing to absurdity in the queen's case. The knave didn't think he was even capable of giving a well rounded view of the situation. He was a braggart, a cad, a lustful, slightly twisted individual, who's whole concept of 'love' revolved entirely around the contents of pantaloons. It was hard to be objective too, when the object of your affection was the very thing you were being quizzed about. The dark haired man removed his feet from the table, before blowing a stray strand of ebony from his eye line. "Well, how you feel might be a good place to start." mused the assassin, sarcasm dripping from his words with every syllable.

Voice going up an octave, the former servant of the Red Queen began his callous (though incidentally helpful) imitation of the Hatter. "Alice I love you. Alice I need you. Alice, I got jealous when Stayne suggested doing debauched things to you. So, come and hop on down that rabbit hole, and we'll work things out, since I'd really like to Fu-" The knave was cut off as he threw himself sideways to avoid a flying teapot, amused grin painting it's way across his features as he finished the sentence."-tterwacken with you again." Honestly, if the Hatter was jumping to his own slightly naughty conclusions, it was own fault. Stayne was the perfectly innocent bystander in all of this.

Shooting the Hatter a triumphant look, once again he was met by flying table raising defensively, Ilosovic shook his head, concluding that his statements had most definitely been worth the china colliding with his head. It was about as a blunt a comment the Hatter was likely to receive, and he liked to think, deep down, it had been of some benefit. It's not as if he was deliberately trying to sabotage anything (although the thought had crossed his mind.) Standing finally, the knave drew himself to his full height, inquisitive gaze piercing through the irritated man now several inches below his shoulder.

" Well, you did ask."