Alex took Elia's hand, smiling at her and calling out greetings to his fellow witches. He smacked a kiss on Issac's cheek in return, laughing as his friend danced away.
The laugh grew louder when he saw Marcus, bundled up like they were heading out to Antarctica. He'd pulled on a coat himself, but it was a sharp, navy pea coat, not full-scale winter gear. "I can hardly see your eyes, Marcus," he told the other man, through his giggles. "Come on, it's not that cold."
"I brought some things of my own, but they're mostly for later," he added, patting the leather satchel he had slung over his shoulder. "Combustibles, paralytics. Things of that nature. This time is practically begging me to play with my new toys."