action;
[ Short of ever getting hit with some of Sandy's dreamsand, this was one guardian that rarely slept.
An eyebrow rose as he observed Deliria's appearance. Hopping down from his perch atop of his shepherd's crook he leaned against it, his free hand now shoved into the front pocket of his pullover. ]
I prefer just Jack. [ He wrinkles his nose for a second at the long title she addressed him with. ] That's a little much, don't ya think?