#odyssey

"Might ask for them for... that part... on the way back?" A touch ashamed about that request.

"Of course." To Dagmar's request. And as the stone hums, he listens. A whisper to Dagmar, "I do hope it doesn't sing of me, though." Somewhat hoping that the stone is listening as well. "It's all well and good to record lore, but... what can I say. I'm the Denier." A half-smile.

"I wouldn't want people to start thinking I'm the Grinch from the END of the story when I make a good living being the one at the beginning."

She laughs. "I can keep your secret."

He beams up at her, an expression seldom seen on the sluagh.

And it's hers. A possessive glory - maybe it's still a bit close to Samhain, yet.