Gin blinks a bit as Effy spoke. Ah, of course. Micael had done a lot of bad things to a lot of people, human and otherwise. He found himself frowning, brows knitted together as he now looked towards the woman drinking on the over-sized cat pillow rather intently as he spoke. He wasn't sure if he should ask or not, or if he should push the issue... but he was curious. Very curious. And Flauros was no longer here.

"Effy, dear..." Gin starts. "What did he do?" Gin watched her rather carefully now, wondering if he should take the bottle from her within the next few moments or not. If he did that he was sure he'd get an answer and a tantrum, or probably get hit. Maybe all three and some tears. But he shakes his head, he wouldn't be so mean to her, not like that. "What did he do?" Gin repeated, making sure she heard him. Eventually though he dropped off of the chair he was on, now crouching on the edge of the pillow. The cat had finally hopped off of his shoulder and ran off elsewhere, he was now cat free! Though quickly his mind went back to Micael... just what had he done to Effy? Was he the one that caused all this trouble and her hate for magical kind...?