It was cooler here than it was in Paris. Ferrol found it quite refreshing in its own way--it meant he was home. For all that he adored Paris, part of him always did love home.
"I admit, I had my suspicions about you, cheri," Ferrol admitted. "Not from anything you did, mind, simply a feeling. I am the sort of person, I have found, that can somehow single out the only witch or wizard in a room full of Muggles. An uncanny knack and not always a good one." He smiled down at her, pleased to have that niggle resolved now. "But your Brian, he is a Muggle." It was a statement, not a question.
Ferrol shrugged, knowing he was goign to make light of it. "I have always had a great eye for fashion," he told her. "Let us just say that I have found somewhere I'm more comfortable with now than before, for there is freedom in anonymity, is there not?" In a way, it did put him at ease, though it didn't exactly resolve what she thought about him and what he might have done in the past. He was content enough, however.
"Besides, everyone slaps a bad decision on their skin at some point, don't they?" He winked as if it were just another tattoo, not one that had bound him to a homicidal wizard.