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Curbing his excitement to have it seem it was his own idea, was becoming a delicate art for Mal. A lifetime spent in the shadows of the battlefield to then rise into one lurking in every home had prepared him, though he couldn’t keep diverting his attention when Deme’s mood took a violent swing. Too many plates to spin, yet, he couldn’t entrust anyone quite yet with the mans care during these times.

Mal’s wide smile was genuine, the coat did suit the man more and offered a more conspicuous appearance. See. It brings out the eyes more, and those are the true doorway to the soul… isn’t that the saying? Not that he cared about the answer, it was merely to keep the man engaged while they began to leave, only for them to be interrupted by one of the many cats.

Mal stiffened, already summoning more magic to suppress his allergy to the furry beasts. A weakness inherited from his mother since his father had no allergy. He let out a small sigh, nodding. I have not, as lovely as your… menagerie is, my senses don’t allow me to spend much time with them. Where do you think we should start the search for Mr Jenkins? Do we have an address? If it delayed them some, it wouldn’t matter to the two most prolific men.