“Names. Aliases. Also-known-as’s. How long’s it been since you got in? Found any good clubs in these parts?” Beat gave a quiet laugh and shook his head, knowing that he had a habit of rapid-fire questioning. “There’s gonna be a test on this later, just so y’know.” He needled, slumping back against the tree and digging into his bag for a pack of cloves, his eyes still fixed on her. He knew some gods were probably jumpy about questions like that in public, but really, he knew people were usually so focused on themselves, they’d hardly bat an eyelash. They were being discreet enough, he figured and he hoped Jazz would agree. He had missed her, immensely. No sound, no symphony, no aural escapade had ever stimulated his mind, his soul like Jazz could. She was more of a conjurer to him, a snake charmer.