Ugh. How fast can he say no to that tempting offer. Not fast enough. He raises his hands in defeat.

"Fine," he grumbles. "Whatever."

He likes the way the Scottish guy talks to these things, but he suspects he wouldn't if he knew what they were capable of.

He casts a weary, mournful glance at the two strangers and drifts out through the wall.


Iman can't perceive any change, but of course she can't. Doesn't make it any harder to guess what's happened. The cat's gone and scared away the most interesting thing in the room.

"Oh, sure," she mutters. "Can't have anything interesting happen, can we."