Legs stretched out, Kennet knew that she would be tempted to sit on his lap. Moody or not Elia rarely missed her opportunities. While he typically would not have allowed her to stay there long, the increase of trouble on the Cirque grounds and the coming Wild Hunt had Kennet in a mood while in the privacy of his own trailer.
"Will you?" He asked. The appeal of her outfit calling back to some of the best moments of his life could be distracting from the conversation over mortality and spirits that no longer matter to their course. The Djinn had not been allowed to destroy the spirit entirely. Instead, he had made aware that such transgressions would not be tolerated and then sent it back to White Chapel. The spirit could no longer leave the streets it haunted in life, no matter what supernatural forces came to London.
Kennet tapped his wine glass. "The future has no guarantees, Elia. That is the biggest lesson of immortality. We are still very different species, are we not?"