Re: Caius / Brianna
For a moment, Caius felt a hot stab of righteous anger in his gut. He would be turning over a couple of centuries’ worth of knowledge to this woman who wasn’t even a legitimate witch. For all Caius knew, Brianna hadn’t done a stitch of magic in her life. Why did she get blessed with all of this untapped potential when Reagan, who had been honing her craft practically from birth, had it all ripped away? In that instant, if he could have torn Brianna’s magic out of her body and given it to his wife, he would have. She didn’t deserve it, it would just be wasted. It made his stomach churn in a way that wasn’t completely physical -- the obscurities liked the prospect of magic-tearing. But Caius knew that was irrational and impossible, so he smothered it with another faint smile. “Thank you. I am, and it’s almost ready for showing, if you’d still like the listing,” he answered mildly, arching an eyebrow and taking a sip of wine.
"Of course." It wasn't necessarily a return favor, but if Brianna could sell Caius's home, she would at least rake in a decent commission. "I still have the photos from the first visit, so whenever you're ready, give me a call and we'll get a listing up." Showings would be next. It might take a while to sell, given the time of year, but Brianna was confident there was someone who would buy the property eventually. Brianna smiled at Caius, pleased that she at least had a plan in place to retrieve her grimoire. "Enjoy your night, Caius."
Caius had no doubt that his house would sell, with Brianna’s help. It would be in the upper price range for the area, naturally, but someone would come along. Someone always did. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, enjoy yours as well,” he said, straightening up a bit. Brianna looked happier, which was at least one accomplishment for the evening. It meant more work for him tomorrow to get what he wanted, but Caius had never shied away from that. “Give my best to James.” At least his house going on the market gave them an excuse to talk. He smoothed a hand over his jacket as they parted company and turned to track down and check on his wife.