His eyes, lined with a dark blue and glittering eye shadow, flicked up to look at Hunter when he heard him speak. He hadn’t been going to start anything, not because he wanted silence or wasn’t interested, but because he was afraid the Master would bite his head off for ruining his silence. “We have spoken before, sir,” He reminded him, thinking that somehow, just somehow, he might be forgettable. Perhaps Hunter had had a very busy few weeks. “But yes, that I am.”
Hunter just shrugged his shoulders when Magnus pointed out that they had spoken before. “Yes, I recall. That’s how I knew who you were. However, I know we didn’t talk all that much, so I’d much rather double check who someone is before making an ass out of myself.” He leaned his head back and rested it on the edge of the hot tub for just a bit before lifting it back up and looking over at the Keeper. “So where are you originally from?”
