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Malakh had arrived in the dining hall at the crack of dawn, as was his custom. Upon entering the noisesome room he had grabbed a small plate of food and sat at the table furthest from both the hellhound and the demon that Josephine employed, as he was not in the mood for a run-in with either on this particular morning. From there he had finished his meal with quick and efficient bites, deposited the plate in its proper place, and stood up from the table. Striding over to Josephine, he didn't so much as glance at James as he brushed past, his attention focused entirely on his employer instead.

[color=#83FFFD]"Pardon the interruption Lady Josephine,"[/color] he began, clasping his hands behinds his back, his posture as straight as a board. [color=#83FFFD]"But are there any matters within London that need my immediate attention?"[/color]