"Good little murderer, Really hawk?" Solomon chuckled. "And yes I suspect I'd be very different, and as for being the at what you are you certainly are which is why you have me on the payroll." Solomon stood and put the kettle back on the fire with more water in it. Before popping his back and working the knots out of his muscles. After which he prepared a clay mug with a handful of a new questionable substance in a powdered form. "so this Cora, where did you even find her? I mean she's darling and all but other than her powers of observation I haven't been that impressed. She doesn't appreciate me Hawk" Solomon faked a frown. "And after I was so nice to her too!" his grin was a real smile but as always his eyes gave the impression of something being broken inside. Solomon moved back onto his chair next to Hawk, his movements had shifted they were bigger with less efficiency and they were much louder, more gangly and just generally sloppier than when he moved without a sound. "The rest seem nice enough, I'd really hate to have to clean any of them up. And what's with taking children off the street? I thought you were better than that" Solomon tsked sarcastically, he was well aware that Isabella could hold her own.

Solomon grinned maniacally. "Really you don't say?" he chuckled "You are something else, Love." Solomon was throughly impressed by Cora, which was saying something as he prided himself on his paranoia, but his women was good.