[ He's City Dead. Cool to the touch; pulseless. But that's the extent of his change. He's still drawn - irrepressibly - to Diva. A magnet to True North. ]
[ At her words, something in him surges. Happiness. Gratitude. How often he's thirsted for even a drop of her attention. But at the mention of Solomon, his gaze darkens. Ah. So Solomon had declared himself on Saya's side. Even in their world. ]
He was living with Saya. In this City. Right until she left.
[ More emphatically. ]
I won't allow him to disturb you.
[ Which won't be difficult. Bespelled as Solomon is. ]
no subject
[ At her words, something in him surges. Happiness. Gratitude. How often he's thirsted for even a drop of her attention. But at the mention of Solomon, his gaze darkens. Ah. So Solomon had declared himself on Saya's side. Even in their world. ]
He was living with Saya. In this City. Right until she left.
[ More emphatically. ]
I won't allow him to disturb you.
[ Which won't be difficult. Bespelled as Solomon is. ]