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Urquhart is on a sofa by the fireplace, apparently fast asleep.

The big solid white-and-brown spotted dog lying over his feet actually is sleeping, and snoring loudly.

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The sleeping Urquhart might be really asleep now; at least he's snoring ever so softly.

Franz puts his head on one of David's knees and looks soulful. Good things are often forthcoming from the humans when he looks at them like this.

All David has to offer Franz is his tea, which he doesn't suppose the dog would like terribly much, and more petting, so he opts for the latter. He supposes if he had siblings, he might have all sorts of ideas about what sorts of mischievous things he could do to someone while they're asleep, but as it is, most of the pranks he knows involve drawing on faces, so he simply curls up a bit and watches Urquhart sleep for a bit. If he really starts snoring, David will wake him, for the good of the rest of the bar.

Franz settles as well, perfectly content with the attention.

After a while, Urquhart snores a bit louder, in something between a growl and the sound of a saw.

David laughs at that, poking Urquhart's belly gently. "Oi," he says a little quietly. "Shove over."

Urquhart opens one eye.

"I can't," he says. "There's a dog on top of me."

"Hm, true," David says, smirking a bit. "But you're snoring."

"Really?" Urquhart says. "I can't hear anything. Can you?"

He pretends to listen, and sits up a little.

"Nothing. On the other hand, a bit of my hair seems to be green now."

David laughs, rolling his eyes. He seems all together much less stressed than he was the last time he talked to Urquhart. "Well, not now."

He leans forward to look at the hair. "I swear it wasn't me."

"I know it wasn't," Urquhart says. "There was this might-be cat, might-be not, and he sometimes does things like this."

He smiles at David.

"You look positively cheerful. What happened?"

"Might-be cat?"

David smiles back, beaming. "I got in!"

And other things, but that's the biggest one. (Which surprises him a bit. He'd have thought developments with Dakin would take precedence.)

"Congratulations!" Urquhart says. "That is brilliant, but you're a clever young man. We should have a drink."

And perhaps even more celebrations.

"As for the cat, wait until you meet him. I don't want to spoil the impression."