"As long as the place isn't surrounded by demons," Anthony said absently. "I'm not leading anyone into what might turn into an ambush." He took a long drink from his coffee, index finger moving in ever-smaller circles.
"But that's just warehouses," he muttered to himself. "Near the docks, of all things. Though that does make sense..." He trailed off, muttering to himself in Italian and scribbling notes.
"Good news, the language change means he's close to figuring something out," Nikkie said, tidying up the dishes.