My biggest upset was that I was yanked here from death and I didn't even have my neverending flask on me when I croaked. I left it back in my cabin. I was such an easy going old man. I never want to get that old again.

[Eliot laughed as they danced, not caring if he made a lick of sense to the man he was dancing with. They all had their stories he was certain. Hell, this guy had a fey cat that he was willing to talk about. Why couldn't Eliot mention that he'd died an old man. Weird shit cometh in all forms.

Dipping the wizard in his arms with great form, Eliot brought him back up with a quick snap and had their bodies bound together tightly for a second before offering a bit more space again as they danced. There was forever a little flirt in him, be it on the dance floor in a strange fucking land or elsewhere.

He hummed over Caleb's words. ]

I could make do with a cigar. It's nicotine, and that's the sweet substance I crave. The finery will do me well. [Sucking over his lips, the magician gave a modicum of further thought over what else he was learning. ]

This Lady certainly seems rather mysterious in her ways. What does she get for this sort of generosity? I mean, don't get a man wrong. I would die to see my Bambi or Quentin here, but what's in it for her. In my experience gods are very fickle beings.