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[ Pulls the book off his face! ]

What a greeting.

You two need better locks.

Isn't that kind of criminal for a police officer?

[He starts pulling items out of the bags, putting them away.]

Pro'ly. But here I am, at my partner's house, for work. Aren't you being a little too defensive for your Master?

Pardon me if I don't want the smell of a lowborn vulture lingering in the kitchen. Don't you have criminals to catch or mages to harass?

Don't you count? Aah, you're pretty good with words. Ever considered writing?

Oh, do I count as a mage now? I thought one had to have magic to be called such.

[He puts the last of the groceries away. Ignoring the comment about writing entirely.]

As you can see, Master Spenly is out. If you were here about some matter of work, might I suggest you begin with apprehending the criminal at my kitchen table?

Once a mage, always a mage. Don't be so stiff!

Is that how you see it? I'm afraid magic is still necessary to be considered a mage by any standards but the law's.

[He starts getting out what he needs to make himself some coffee, pointedly not asking the uninvited intruder who is not a guest if he wants anything.]

Why are you here?

You still have the knowledge, and the upbringing. Same goes for any kids who were born mages but had their power taken, they have to deal with that brand now.

Anyway, I pinned down the recent serial murders down to this area. Keep it hush-hush. Though I don't imagine you have anyone to tell, right?

I'm well aware what I have to deal with.

[He pauses, then measures out the coffee beans into the hand grinder.]

Did you want me to deliver that message to Master Spenly?

[Because why the fuck else are you telling him this. And thank you about the dig on him having zero friends.]

[ It's just fact, OK. ]

Nah, I'll tell him when he gets here. Just thought I'd camp out here, make sure someone's looking out for you and this place til then. Secure the perimeter and all.

[The hell is this guy doing, is he seriously... Worried about Tristan? That's impossible. He has no reason to be. Tristan clenches his jaw, back stiff, glad he's facing the counter and the grinder to hide his expression.]

By breaking in? Shouldn't you be hunting down your killer? Or do you perhaps have a suspect in mind? I'm sure a branded mage has plenty of reasons to kill.

[That's why you're here obviously. He glances over his shoulder, expression cold and bitter.]

I figured out a while ago you ain't a fighter.

[Just shuts up, pouring the grounds into a filter. When the coffee's brewing he crosses his arms and leans against the counter, looking at Jupiter.]

Is that why you think I need a guard? What about everyone else in this area? Do they have guards too?

Everyone else in this area's a suspect.

[Is Jupiter seriously here out of concern for him? What the hell? Why? Tristan doesn't know how to deal with it but it terrifies him.]

That's a lot of suspects.

'fraid so. Anyway, get me a cuppa will 'ya?

I don't recall inviting you in.

So stingy. You've made more than enough for two cups, right?

[SO WHAT IF HE DID.]

Do you normally demand to be served after breaking and entering?

You're special.

If I give you coffee will you leave?

Always in a hurry to rush me out. But yeah, I'll leave when I'm finished with it.

Good. I really can't stand people like you.

[He gets out a second cup, movements stiff and generally hostile (or defensive). But he's never been warm or welcoming really so that's normal.]

Edited 2014-07-31 07:22 (UTC)

Why's that?