Now down to one cage in the suite he moved the other to the house in town to keep Ember. One bird was acceptable on the wallet, not that he was struggling by any means, but Raiden wasn't a creature that liked to part with any of his horde. Unfortunately he still couldn't kick his attraction to birds unable to get rid of Ember and with heat in full swing his first stop was to the cage.

Ember hadn't woken yet and Raiden, thankfully not wearing shoes so didn't lose one, teleported himself into it as not to wake the slumbering restless thing. Well not until his weight shifted the bed and those dark eyes fell on him. Raiden didn't let the younger run his mouth, not in the mood for it, instead devoured those lips with his own eager to taste the heat coming off the phoenix in more than one way. With a practiced expertise he moved between his slave's thighs pressing his body into the younger. The kiss was short lived. Raiden too was hungry, not only for the sex.

"Tell me you want me, little bird." Raiden growled in Ember's ear before his teeth sought the exquisite pulse.

"And you look pretty cute, not that you aren't usually," Kaden complimented the phoenix. "I think I've been doin' alright," he chuckled. "I'm not under any spells right now so it's nice." At least, no magic that he knew of. Although folks in the castle sure seemed extra friendly towards him today. "This is definitely not my level of crazy, you know?" And that was coming from someone who lived with Lucien Gaudet on a daily basis. "How 'bout you aside from all this?"

"'Ello there, pretty bird," Finn purred as he pinned Ember up against the wall of the hallway. He hardly left any space between them, the demon breathing in the other slave's scent at this proximity and gaze falling to those lips right within reach. "Feels like it's been donkey years since we last found each other like this, yeah?"

 At the moment he was doing a walkthrough of the winter village trying not to shake his head at some of the ridiculous outfits he saw. Some he knew would do fine in the weather because either cold didn’t affect them or they created enough heat to negate it, but others he could tell weren’t doing as well. Ransom, as what he was, had no issue with cold being able to negate it. The biggest problem with Ransom is he was the type that knew when to stay out of shit and yet still found himself getting involved. 

It was no secret to him that Ember was now Raiden’s claim. That meant even interacting with him could start a shit storm he didn’t need, but as he watched the smaller thing shiver in the less than adequate outfit and couldn’t stop himself from calling out to the other finally getting his attention and him to stop. Ransom glanced around noting Raiden wasn’t anywhere to be found. Better not to even touch on the subject of Raiden. 

“Look cold.” Ransom said not sure if the would be spooked by him or not. Not everyone liked cops and Ransom didn’t exactly exude friendliness. He did take off his large coat and hand it to the other. “This won’t cover all of you, but it should help. You can come to the station and warm up if you don’t have anywhere to go.” He wasn’t even gong to assume what the situation was with Ember and Raiden since the few interactions with Raiden he’d had never ended well and he damn well knew Kaden and the quabrid never got along either, for good reason. 

“Fuck.” River paused at the door to Nico’s Delectables. Syd shouldn’t be here - at least not at this time - but if he could sense his husband’s soul then he was sure the tri-hybrid could sense him as well. Turning around now would be suspicious and the last thing the reaper wanted was for Syd to pry through his memories.

River gripped the door once again and pulled it open, muttering to Ember under his breath as they entered the bakery. “Just follow my lead.”

“Better try that again if you wanna keep me interested. Look fine as fuck in that, but you're stupid if you don’t think I ain’t got a crate made of silver, little wolf.” The tribrid had no qualms to leave the other, wasn’t like there wasn’t all kinds of ass out tonight and if Ember needed time to figure out this body and remember his place Raiden had nothing, but time. Wasn’t like shit was ending tomorrow and he couldn’t just recast the spell once it ran out. “Make up your mind quick, I ain’t a man of virtue.” 

He pulled off his glove and yanked the slave to him letting his hand run under the fabric that hid little feeling the supple skin he'd roughed up prior to putting his costume on gripping the ass once more. "You look good padawan." His voice distorted from the mask sounding more like the character than himself. It wasn't easy to put on otherwise he'd have it off and Ember against the wall. "Don't fuck up that costume." He made clear. He had plans for it and Ember later. By now he knew there was nothing else needed to be said. Ember knew how Raiden worked. There were no second chances with the trybrid.

So dead asleep he’d not heard the door open, not the main door or the one to his room. Didn’t hear the cleaning in the other room, it wasn’t until something made a bang that he shot up. A cop through and through he had the intruder pinned to the wall glaring in the others face as he screamed at him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Fight or flight was an innate response all creatures had, for Ransom it was always fight. Brave not because he wasn’t scared, but because he faced whatever it was coming for him head on no matter how scared he was.