Malachi: “Okay, so there was the church thing, but really. Why Lynn? There were nicer folk. There were weaker folk. There were more powerful folk.”

Paulo: “When did you know that you would give up immortality, power, magick, position for her?”

Nate: “So, why are ‘human’ women better than the females you mated with before?”

Just one question? Oh dear…

Pancho: Just exactally how did you feel about the eshu you tried to corrupt (and were doing a bang up job at)?

Malachi: A hissing reverb answers, “Mmm, Lynn. Ssooo ssweet. No one sssscreamed like Lynn. Ssooo like Mother. Her terror wasss like honey!“

Paulo: For Lynnette? This is simple. The first morning she lay in my arms until the sun rose. A woman, a mortal, who could do this is worth the world.

Nate: Nate grunts, going silent a moment, then, “Human females often take the lead in matting rituals.”

Pancho: Pancho chuckles and offers a sly grin and wink, “Ahh, Sandy. Yes. Well, how do I feel about any member of my crew?” an arched brow, “She served a good meal, darned a neat sock. And no one has helped me dress the way she did.” A sly wink, “A very able cabin steward. Irreplaceable!” Pancho goes a little whistful, “Mmm, breakfast at four bells of the morning watch, and,” a wink, “Dessert no later than two bells of the first watch.” He turns, hands behind his back, and struts off with a chuckle.

Ooooh….I miss Sandy and Pancho soooo much. So much potential…

For you-know-who …

The questions that she would never, ever ask.

Do you love me? Would you stay with me, if it were possible?

Pall: Of course I do, my dearest witch. But matters are complicated as you well know. D’an has strange ways. It may be that I would, but were circumstance different, I would be different as we are all the sum of our experience. I could not say, dearest. But is it not enough that I am here now?

Paulo:
You ended up avoiding Lynn in New Orleans for the longest time. Considering what happened when you met her again in Toronto, what do you think would have happened if you hadn’t avoided her back then?

Pall:
Is it just the benefits alliance could give you, or do you really feel kinship and/or friendship for Melissa?

Paulo: Paulo looks saddened, “I would have feared for her life every second of every minute of every waking hour. More so than I did in Toronto for in New Orleans there was one who would have hunted her to her end at the merest suggestion of our involvement. It is perhaps this, more than anything, that stayed my hand in New Orleans. But I do mourn the loss of that time, knowing now what grew between us.”

Pall: Pall smiles impishly, “Tut-tut, now Melissa. All alliance grows from a certain measure of similarity. And similarity breeds kinship, no? Do I trust the Lady Hawthorne with everything? Certainly not, for neither does she in return.” He smiles more gently, “This does not mean circumstances will not change in time. But, I am a creature of habit, as you are. Is it not enough that I have shared those secrets with you that I have? Does this not prove some measure of kinship? For trully, what have I ever asked of consequence in return?”