Hanzo did occasionally glance up from his work to watch Vincent move back and forth around the office. The blanket obscured most of his form, but when he turned towards Hanzo, Hanzo did get a chance to look him over. He was slim, the brightness of the spots on his hips and shoulders now hidden in the darkness. But every step he took, his feet were revealed, delicately cloven hooves, without chips or discoloration or anything that would otherwise indicate poor health or previous care. Then he settled back down on the couch and Hanzo returned his attention fully to his work.

It seemed like all too soon before his computer chimed: it was time for his meeting.

Hanzo sighed and stood, dragging his suit jacket on. "I'm going to go to a meeting," he told Vincent. "My assistant will get you some lunch and then go find some better clothing for you to wear."