#ccsemberclub

"Dearest did you... enhance your performance at all? One of your 'special' cantrips?"

" Not even the gift of pan that I recall"

"This Belgian... mortal, yes?" He double checks to confirm.

"Not a bit of glamour on him" she says

"Hmph."

a thought "he definitely came for the music though.

"

(Pause)

"Are you sure?" not doubting her, but..... "He had an almost physical craving, a -need-, while he was here. I could not help but notice it."

"One of the only reasons he was of interest at all."

"wait, when you say 'mortal' you don't mean non kithain do you?"

A blink. "I do. That is, I mean One-Who-Is-Not-Fae."

"Prodigal?"

"I had not considered." nonplussed "-Here-??"

"I... well, he didn't eat much" She ponders

"Not... exactly proof."

"Sorry I just..mmm trying to understand"

"Oh, agreed!" he pours them each a glass of water "Here. It will help."

"THanks" She says "Ugh, still muzzy headed from that drug"

(Pause)

He tuts. "Drink up." and he replenishes her glass.

She does "I'm not sure who is behind this, but i'm very tempted to go and find out"

"Dearest, such an attack cannot be allowed to go." firmly "We would be jumping at shadows and on high alert at all times for the next attack, and that is no way of living."

"you're right," She nods at his words

"Perhaps best to rest for now, take healing from the 'Fire, and wait for Rocco to return."

"I hope he doesn't bite off more than he can chew... weird as that is to say for a Redcap. I need to shower though"

"We have facilities here for just such occasions." he rises, stiffly "A shower would not do me any harm; may I join you?"

"Please do" She smiles and motions him to follow

He does. Gingerly.

And she fusses over him, guiding him gently as they go.

He grumbles ".... fine, just a little winded and sore...."

"Uh huh, hold still let me fuss" not really a request

Between them they can figure out how to keep the bandage dry, or rebandage it.

they can, and fuss over each other in a way that some might consider 'sweet', but not if they wanted to live

He mutters and tuts over every scratch and ding on her.

"Callidora, honestly.... what were you -thinking,- if such a word can be applied? Running away like that instead of back -into- the Club??!?"

"I was trying to keep you safe, you stubborn dingus"

And she fusses over him in return

"Dearest, it is simply a poor strategy to run off like that, the Club is -safe-.... you'd been hit by a sniper! Yes, they had people on the ground but they would not have broken in."

"They might have broken YOU, and i'm a satyr, i had the edge in speed, honey. Speed"

"Then run your delectable rump -INTO- the Club. With walls, and locks, and cameras, and a blood BALEFIRE with warns and protections and enchantments. Run -towards- your of power."

"Oh you are pissing me off, you keep this up you're going to get laid and have a NEw reason to be sore!" Hoof stamp

"Not the threat you might think it is, Dearest." with a smirk "You agree? In the future, you come to cover if you can?"

"No I don't agree..." She kisses him "Convince me'

He gives her a game smile "If I must." he kisses her back.

And...fade to convincing

(End scene)