Conor just snorted. "They must be pretty damn magical custodians." He tilted his head, considering, then shrugged. Given where they were, that wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. He dragged his brain back to the present.
He arched his back and sighed when Byron smacked him. He liked that, regardless of the kind of encounter he was having. He didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that, however, before he found himself on his back. "I think I can manage that," he replied. "And my skin is starting to itch, so give me a second and I'll be right there." He did a full-body stretch, rolled his head around, then pushed himself up off the sofa. He was lightheaded and his legs felt wobbly, but a few steps helped some of the strength to come back.