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The sky over Milliways outside has elected to break into one of those energetic downpours that the optimistic call a 'spring shower.' Sparring in adversity is one thing, but a sword fight becomes a tricky thing when you are rapidly beoming soaked to the skin.

Therefore Puck and Havelock have called a finish for today and open the door from the bar, each carrying a sword, and shaking off water.

Havelock peels off his coat, revealing a marginally drier shirt. "That went well, I thought," he says breezily, heading for the bar.

"Oh, I quite agree," Puck replies, who himself appears remarkably unconcerned by the fact that he is dripping all over the floor. "I am amazed, but it does seem your tutelage begins to stick."

(This might be putting it slightly optimistically, but at least Puck remembered to actually attempt to formulate his own sequence of attacks rather than just mimicking Havelock's.)

"It would seem so," the assassin agrees gravely, navigating around a table full of patrons. "Soon your technique will match your speed, and then I'm afraid I'll be no challenge at all."

Puck bats his eyelashes. "You flatter me," he says cheerfully. "Bar darling, could you see your way to a bit of cocoa?"

A few moments later sees the pair drying by the fire, Puck having been coaxed into a fresh shirt and breeches and Havelock with a towel, idly rubbing at his hair. The swords - both cleaned and dried before Havelock started on himself - are still in evidence.

[OOC: A combo post for all your threading needs! Merc and I are both here, taggable, and good for slowtimes!

EDIT: And now I am abed! Threads continue tomorrow? <3!]

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Satan gazes on him evenly.

'If Puck's alive at the end of the night, he gets what he needs to kill the woman. That's it.'

If one or both of them die, well, Satan wins even though their deaths are not something he's actively seeking. And blank slates become irrelevant in that case anyway.

Puck glances to Havelock.

He's not, perhaps, entirely sure what to make of that-- or it could be he wants to hear what Havelock will say.

Terms such as those are certainly curious.

Havelock considers for a moment, still writing.

"And the safety of Lilly Kane and all the children under her care is assured," he adds quietly and neutrally. Stating 'her children' could be tricky, given that neither Raspberry nor the twins are biologically hers.

And it also allows for the eventuality of Puck and Lilly acquiring any more in the future. He rather hopes not. Three is a perfectly adequate number.

(He also wonders if blending a paralysing agent with aconite would produce symptoms of both, or if one would overpower the other first, or if some other effect would occur? He should look it up.)

'Didn't I already say that?'

He spreads his hands wide, like he can't understand why they're reiterating the point. Neither one of them have stated that they want her safe indefinitely, or the children.

'I have no interest in them as long as neither of you give me a reason to get interested.'

And interestingly, an equally plausible reading of the clause is that in absence of an end date, the terms simply continue indefinitely.

"Yes, yes, of course," Puck nods seriously, peering over Havelock's shoulder.

Given the number of clauses and subclauses he can already see flowering on the latest page ... they may be here for some time.