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Sara, growling under her breath, is quickly writing a letter for Faith.

Faith,

A newcomer, one Gil Grissom, was submitted to one of Yrael's experiments without being informed as to what was occurring at the time. Yrael, in his cat form, clawed one of Grissom's hands deeply and initially refused to retract his claws or leave Grissom until I saw them.

No lasting damage has been done, but his behavior was inappropriate. Can you mention this to him?

-Sara.

Enclosed with the letter is a photograph of Grissom's hand.

With a sigh, Sara lays the letter on top of the Bar. "Give this to Faith for me, please?" The letter sinks in and Sara walks away, feeling drained.

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Asmodean walked slowly towards Sara with his harp in hand. He paused and studied her briefly before speaking. His voice was cool and dry.

"Good evening my lady. Would you care for some music?"

He was a handsome man of an indeterminate age, maybe late-twenties. Long dark hair obscured his dark eyes. He seemed to carry an air of melancholy about himself.

"No thank you, kind sir. I'm in a royal snit at the moment."

A touch of dismay flashed across his face. Then calm resumed.

"Of course, my lady."

He turned and began to walk away.

Sara raises a sardonic eyebrow. "Sorry to disappoint you."

Asmodean said nothing as he walked away.

[OOC: This is his exit unless Sara tries to stop him.]

Cole notices Sara's ire and approaches her. "Hey, something the matter?"

"Yrael's being a bastard and was tormenting one of my friends." Sara hasn't noticed that one of her hands is still clenched.

Cole raises an eyebrow. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Prevent the bastard from pulling what he's been pulling? He was in his cat form, sank his claws into one of Grissom's hands, and kept him there. For a man to be pinned by a cat-like creature and not be able to move, is torture." Her voice lowers. "He should not be allowed to use people for his amusement."

Cole's brows return to normal, then lower. "I don't think I've met this Yrael before. But maybe I should."

Sara sighs. "His humanoid form is of a young human male, with very striking green eyes. His cat form is small, white, with the same green eyes. He may have others. He is sometimes seen playing the violin. He is charming...sickeningly so."

"If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is a bully. And how the hell was he able to claw my friend in the first place? I thought there was no violence here..."

"They are rules only. Not laws. Violence can happen, but it has serious repercussions." His own experience at trying to kill an Endless is not all that far from his mind.

She sighs. "Go figure."

"I take it the note was a report to the Bar Security?" He nods in the direction of the bar, where she had placed the note.

She nods. "Yeah, I sent it to Faith."

Cole nods. "Good idea." He places a hand on her shoulder. It begins to warm, then suddenly cools off. "If you have any other problems with him, all you need to do is say my name with the intent of calling me, and I'll be there. Even a whisper will trigger the spell."

"For that matter, if you need me for any reason, I'll be there."

She jumps slightly at the sensation, then smiles appreciatively. "Thank you, Cole. I would appreciate that."

She studies her hands. "I was truly afraid for Grissom. And I hate feeling like that."

Cole shudders. "I remember what it was like when I was completely human. The feeling of complete and utter helplessness, especially knowing the power I'd had and being surrounded by the three strongest witches on earth."

"I'd not have you ever feel like that. Know that you have my power at your disposal if the need arises."

She shakes her head. "I've only ever been human. And I feel competent when dealing with other humans." She smiles wryly. "I suppose I can look at it as an overdue lesson in humility."

"But I will remember that, gladly." She's almost wishing Yrael would come up to her, begging for scritches.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like it did."

"Oh, and by the way, I checked with Security about Gavroche. Apparently he's given up stealing already. So we don't get to play our routine." Cole's look has both a sense of disappointment and contentment.

"No, that's all right." She chuckles. "I'm somewhat relieved, to tell you the truth."

Cole nods. "I suppose I'm glad we're not needed, though it would have been fun."

She grins. "I'm sure there'll be other opportunities."

ooc: And I'm sorry, but I must get to bed. I have an early exam. G'night!

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