Who: Michael, Saint David, Aderyn and Iestyn Ceredig, open to residents of Patrick and George's house What: Greetings and tactical discussions When: Tuesday evening Where: George and Patrick's house Warnings/Notes: TBD Possible talk of Bridget's captivity and general Lucifer douchiness
Determined to give the small family at least some attempt at getting to know each other before he barged in and started talking tactics, Michael held off on meeting them as long as he thought he could get away with. The fact of the matter, however, was that Lucifer had marked the twins at birth. And Lucifer had an almost dogged ability to follow through with things like that. Aderyn and Iestyn being in New York...hell America at all, was going to mean they needed to be careful.
Enter Michael.
He rapped his knuckles against the door, business-like as always. When Patrick admitted him, Michael gave the Saint a cursory glance-over, as he always did. One had to take care with Patrick; make sure he was looking after himself. And once he was reassured Patrick was neither drunk, nor about to sell his soul for oblivion, Michael could move on.
"They're in the living room," Patrick said, his face lit up by a lighthouse smile. "I'll go make you some hot chocolate!"
"Marshmallows?" Michael asked, his voice barely above a whisper. And once Patrick had nodded his assurance that marshmallows would indeed be included, he wandered into the living room. "Hello, I'm Michael. Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, trying to look somewhat non-intimidating.