Blodwen Rowlands

Puck turns back to her-- to them.

And finds he almost resents the name when it's used this way, resents the power behind it. What does this one know, coming so late to things?

Very slowly, and very deliberately, he shrugs.

And smiles.

"Tonight."

Casually, almost carelessly, he examines his fingernails for dirt. Then he glances up, eyes blue and guileless.

"And perhaps, Nita Callahan, you might tell me a tale or two of your recent doings. I do hate being left in the dark."