“It depends what role I am in when I’m providing the company…”

Edwin listened with as much of an ear as he could, conscious that he would have to return to the office before he really wanted to. His eyes were preoccupied with studying the witch across the table, and considering the night they had spent drinking in Le Masque. It had been a long time since he’d had a night like that, without it being a tad awkward with Kuester, or false because the other party just wanted him to agree to something. Well, Queen G had wanted him to agree to something, but by the end of the evening he wasn’t sure that was who he was talking to.

“What if it were no role, just Genevieve and … Edwin?” He asked, feeling as clumsy as a teenager to hear it aloud.