Perhaps joking about the demonic in front of an angel isn’t the best thing to do. Clearly his humor is wasted on her. “You’re quite the curious creature, Charlotte. Long ago, yes. Great grief and tragedy had befallen me, haunting me. Not so much, anymore. Now it’s a stagnating melancholy.”
The absence of Elena after finally getting her back hasn’t boded well for his heart or mind. Should he truly be so loose-tongued with her?
Unfortunately that had been her attempt at a joke. Oh well. It was more of an inside joke anyhow, “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” Arms cross carelessly behind her back, the angel taking a moment to balance on her heels, “Ok, Mister, you can ask your questions now. If you got ‘em.”














