"The taxes are still a pain and it's not exactly the most choice location, even it is warm in this office." Thank god there were a few in the building, too. Doc glanced to watch the stirring figure with sad, sad green eyes and a light smile. No warning would ever be enough, nothing could prepare him for the speed which she would grow up in, or the rate she would break away. However, if all went well, when she broke away, she'd have means to live. A hunter, a midwife, doctor, anything. He wasn't going to allow her to leave empty handed.
"I thought it was meant for most of his people," Slowly the tall man sat down on the hearth, rubbing his hands together as he studied the growing flames. Charles still clung to the memory of manually controlled heating and ac, though the fire had come to be a blessing and savior in these three years. "One of his men came to me a few months ago drunk as a skunk," A censored description of the event, the four year old might not be asleep yet. "And terrified myself and Amy something badly. I told him to leave and he complained to Lot.
"The cost of Saga's kindness and her doctor is a price that Lot didn't enjoy paying for, better to get his own man and have that man not be apart of his Tribe. It's what allowed me to get that lock on the door right now. I think they're still searching for a stovetop autoclave. However I had to give a set amount of rules right back. So I'm the only one serving his men right now, on the condition they have someone sober with them or have someone willing to over see Amy.
"I've got the same impression about Buck, and I know he and Saga have locked heads over the last few years. Last thing I intend to do is flare something up between them."
He looked over at her, expression sad for a moment as he reached for the tongs to adjust the flames and drag the kettle closer to the hearth to cool. "I suppose when the holidays are over, I might just do that. Perhaps some during the the parties themselves."