Sydney accepted back the charm with an enigmatic smile. Honestly, had everyone forgotten he had no tongue at the moment?
Clipping the charm to his bracelet he pondered how to answer their questions and settled for a shrug.
Sipping at his tea he picked at his food, apatite diminished. What they really needed was a Bordeaux and some nice music...
Brushing idly at the strands of light still clinging to him he huffed at the child soundlessly and gave up, summoning a bottle of dark red wine and a set of crystal, a single claw slicing through the neck of the bottle. Licking a stray drop from his claw he poured himself a glass and sat back.