Ten watched Jack fix the tilt of the frame in the hall, and made a mental note of it. He wondered just how much damage he could do, without Jack noticing. It wouldn't take much, just a few frames turned over, a few cushions in the wrong place. Hell, if he wanted to, there were more than a few small items that could fit in his pocket. Just the sort of little thing that might drive the man nuts, wondering where it got to. And then of course, it would give Ten a reason to return, when he 'magically' located the item for his old friend.
"Oh, a little over a month," he said, taking a short turn around the room. He didn't like to sit very often; it made him feel cornered.
"Interesting place, Crescent Hills. It's not exactly London, is it?"