"Hello Eleana," Sasha murmured almost coldly. He was just a quiet individual though and the words he used were not out of bitterness, just uncertainty. Phoenixes' were grand creatures, he had heard. Though he did not pry. He looked at Jean.
"Do you have much cooking experience?" He blinked. He'd spent his entire human life studying fine cuisine, there were few out there who had as much culinary knowledge as Sasha and that's why he took the time to cook for everyone's very specific needs every night. "I would be glad to help you get out of cleaning duty. Blake does a good job of that..." He'd never spoken to the imp though he did have to say he did good work, even if it wasn't cleaning kitchen duty. "You're just on it because you are green. I can show you the ropes if you truly desire."
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Rosalind visibly relaxed as the hunters left. Her eyes red, she looked at Vladimir.

[i]"Good thoughts, putting them onto the Djinn trail. Sad it won't get them far..."[/i]

There was a hiss from the parted lips of the woman, and mentally Rosalind scolded Medoh for speaking just as the hunters left. She looked at Vlad again, her eyes of a chocolate shade. "What would we do if they figure out that it's no Djinn?"
Her arm wrapped possessively around his shoulder.