"Well...guess that eliminates the need for me to ask my mentor for help." He says. And also eliminates the possibility that Vesemir will sway him from this course of action.

He rolls away from her, candles tracing the scars on his nude form as he gets up to rifle through his bags, coming back with a worn-smooth card box to put on her bedside table.

"Your employer plays, I've seen her. Tomorrow, we'll test my theory and by nightfall you could be a free fairy." He says, with a cocky smile.