Azriel had been about to reply when Baron had explained how he had died and what he had planned to say suddenly didn't seem right.
"Merlin... That- I'm sorry," he said honestly. "It's even crueller that you have to have those memories. Have you contacted her since your return? If she's a witch then surely she has to have heard about the returnees by now? Your daughter too?"
"Meeting new people, dancing, casual sex. If it's anything like Eros mentality wise then that's what it's about," He sipped at his cup of coffee. "It's a place to forget that there's a war on. Nothing wrong with having somewhere like that - I imagine a lot more people will be wanting to forget by the time this is done," he added, face looking grim at the thought.