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Elias promised Cloe and the other eladrin that he would play ball. They needed to not only acclimate to their new status but also establish themselves as a species that warranted respect in Rome. That meant Elias had to try harder to keep himself on the straight and narrow. He was, trying at least, but he hadn't stopped working at Killjoy's nor had he axed all his underworld contacts. For all intents and purposes, he was still in the business even if he's recently made a habit of turning down the more sinister gigs.
That's why Elias wanted to see Jonah. Only someone whose hands were as dirty as his could offer a proper appraisal. As much of a team player he said he'd be, Elias couldn't let himself get soft. "Your place of work is a lot tamer than mine. You better believe I'd come find you first." Even with the cameras off, Elias was cautious and intended to bury the lead. Even with that constraint, he was still more honest about his work around Jonah than anyone else. "You should swing by sometime though. I get more offers than I can handle. It's been a while since we had a team up."
A lot tamer than mine. People always underestimated the draw and danger of plants and potions. Everything in the shop was meant to heal but the cambion had taught himself long ago to know how to make something worth healing into hurt. Some of the produce that came in that he was meant to handle with gloves before it was diluted or chemically altered but his quick healing never gave him any problems here. Jonah was clandestine killer - snipers, poisons, and silenced guns. Some hunters were much louder and some more impressive with their magical gifts - the newly minted Eladrin included.
"I'm on..." Retirement was what the cambion should have said and it's what he'd been meant to say. "Hiatus," he said instead - Jonah's mouth knew his heart more than his mind. "Besides, I would have thought you wouldn't need anyone anymore. You got promoted." He smiled wryly. "I heard what's happened to every faiman since Titania's death and you're not a faiman anymore, are you, Elias?"





















