Oh god, the little situation. Zaviar's spawn growing inside of his cousin. There were worse people out there that he could've knocked up, but it was still just weird to think about. Madeleine and he weren't the best of friends, or all that close, but she was still his cousin and he didn't want anything to go wrong. If he'd thought that Jackson would've answered then he'd have called to tell him what was going on. If I wasn't positive Lila had beat it to me. "Hope nothing happened to her." He wasn't going to mention Zaviar. Of course he was worried about him, he always was, but he didn't want to risk upsetting Circe by mentioning him. His snake could get so very jealous of Zaviar. Glancing up when Circe said she thought she saw him, Antonin grinned before closing his phone and returning it to his back pocket.
Antonin jumped off the car easily and stretched himself up once he'd landed. "Always good to see you, Doctor Wilkes." It was out of principle and sheer stubbornness that Antonin refused to call her by her married name. She'd always be Wilkes to him and never Gibbons. Gibbons was the bastard who hurt her and he still deserved to die for it. "Then let's do that. Maybe we can even recruit some help." And by that, he meant help from the already dead who weren't in too many pieces. He needed to do some hardcore raising pretty soon or else he was going to get black eyes and a terrible migraine. Antonin never let it go that far. "You'd think that they'd figure out how much screaming doesn't bloody work. Hundreds of people screaming for help like they actually think someone's going to come along for them specifically." Antonin rolled his eyes. "Half of them have to be vanillas who shouldn't even be here. Serves them right for trying to play this kinda game."
Antonin kicked away a discarded shoe. "Didn't expect to see you out here playing at good Samaritan like the other doctors."