Ethan heard them and narrowed his eyes. He joined the two agents. "She's probably resting after helping us all night dealing with creatures of the night," he told them. After a glare addressed at each of them, he walked away, until he heard Gaia's voice again.
Oh thank God, she was alive. [i]"I don't know where you are, but I will come to you as soon as I can,"[/i] he promised, mostly to himself as he was certain Gaia wouldn't hear him anyway. However, that would have to wait for a few hours, because now that the worry for the dragon girl subsided, he felt how little he had slept so far. With the immediate danger gone, he turned around to get back to bed. Maybe his friends could help him when they returned from that breakfast meeting they had.

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"Theoretically," Mike said. "Yes. If humans could make a treaty with demons and angels, a non-aggression pact, or any kind of diplomatic agreement, the fighting could stop." He pricked his fork in the waffle. "But there is a lot of history we'd need to put behind us, we didn't have that same history with Harriet's race." He took the first bite. "I'm not an expert on the matter though, but we do have a diplomatic relations department."

Benjamin dug in when the food was put in front of him. "I wouldn't expect too much about that department though," he added. "It's not one of the most staffed departments of the agency, or so I was told anyway."
He made a mental note of April calling satan an aunt, it implied a relation to Steph.