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The subtle tone that Napoleon wielded in such a masterful way was not lost to Jasrah. Subtle but present enough to those with ears to listen. It caused his already dark cheeks fo flush slightly with a minor blush.

“I suppose I did promise you such a tour. If it won’t bore you then I suppose there’s no harm in starting there.” He replied. Perhaps it was the alcohol, twisting his words to match the intent of Napoleon. Perhaps it was a subconscious desire. It mattered little now. Setting down his own empty glass of scotch, he beckoned for Napoleon to follow him.

Napoleon smirked at the slight colour that took over the other man’s cheeks and he sipped at his drink as he awaited an answer. 

“I could ask the same thing of you.” The figure replies. An intense pair of yellow eyes stared back at Grant’s green eyes, the pupils contracted into narrow slits. The voice of the figure was more like a dry hiss, gravely and rough.

What ever dim light illuminated the building’s interior shone upon the figure. Bidepal and as close to human as supernatural beings are concerned. A rich, dark skin tone, lean yet firm build, a wild mane of black hair. Two elongated ears peaked out through the curtain of braided hair while two half circles were tattooed on either side of their face. The flesh of their face was unmarred save for two, almost imperceptibly thin lines that moved from the edge of their mouth to the joint of the jaw.

Grant remained on the spot, staring at the stranger as he heard the echoed question. This person was definitely not human that was for sure, though it was a small distinction. Grant had never seen anyone like them before, but one thing was for sure, this wasn’t the person he was looking for. So he slowly lowered his gun, not wanting to make an enemy out of someone so soon, though his grip remained firm in case he had to use it. 

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Samantha had never spent any time with her nephew, Michael, with things being as hectic with her as they were, school completely aside. Until now, she'd been hesitant to being around Michael with the Spectre after her. But now, now that it had been taken care of, she had all the time in the world for it. And she was going to take it. After smoothing the details over with Blonsky and Char, Sam arrived at their home to collect the young boy for a pleasant outing.