“Boss?” Shaken from his thoughts, he made an affirmative noise at the back of his throat. “Yes, she is,” he said. He just might have to do a little convincing to get her to agree. Collecting the tray and extra sugar and cream containers, Boris said, “Good. I’m glad you’ll have her with you.” “Worried for my wellbeing around other Infernals?” Silas asked with a teasing smirk. “No,” Boris said, shaking his head. “You’re just happier when she’s around. Might make the Gathering go by faster.” His earnest commentary hit Silas square in the chest.
