[ It was probably for the best. The encounter had left him feeling sour to say the least, but he knew that no matter how long he waited Fenris wouldn't be coming to him. So he had issued the summons. He kept to his own room as he waited, sporting his wounds still (Isabella was no pushover after all), sipping coffee from his favorite mug as he read over a new bit of literature.
He looked up when Fenris came in, not giving him the usual warm smile. He's still pissed, Fenris. ]
Yes, I did. Have a seat, please, Fenris.
[ He motioned around the room, not really caring where. ]
kerfuffle indeed
He looked up when Fenris came in, not giving him the usual warm smile. He's still pissed, Fenris. ]
Yes, I did. Have a seat, please, Fenris.
[ He motioned around the room, not really caring where. ]