Puck gives an invisible shiver, though both it and the slightly tremulous laugh that accompanies are no doubt perfectly perceptible.

He flickers into view, shirt and breeches and all, his hair slightly and inexplicably more askew than it seemed to be downstairs.

"Oh, please," he says with a wry smile, tugging at Havelock's elbow once the immediate task of sheathing seems done with.

"Please. I pray you come quickly."