"What if we got Yari to hide your face? You know, like how she does her own."
Lying on the floor of his dorm room, Solomon scratched underneath Bansha's middle head as she lay contentedly on top of his chest.
"A suggestion you made three nights ago, if you remember." He sighed. "I seem to recall telling you that the materials for that particular spell are something even Yari could not easily get her hands on.
And besides... based on the kind of person the dean is, he will not miss the opportunity to show Zadkiel a 'rare' specimen in his possession... The last Albazian would certainly be something to clamor over. I should never have used my real name."
Raizel looked up from his book, turning his metal head in confusion. "I'm sorry... it almost seems like you were saying I was right."
"Those words never left my lips."
"And yet the implication was that-"
"Gods, I thought the dead would be quieter than this..."
"You were the one who decided to revive me!"
