Sleepy Fox Hollow one by one

annaliese was flirtatious, flippant in the face of grave danger that might lurk ahead. summarily amused, briefly irritated by what he had first mistook for a girlish ignorance, he settled himself. a smile came to his lips — he let a low rumble of laughter escape the cavern of his darkened chest.
"i expect you to keep yourself safe in the service of diaspora. at least in this endeavor," the gargoyle murmured. "if you are as skilled as you have persuaded me to believe, then of course," and here mahler's eyes shown with a lilac glint toward the new geist, "i vould be sorry to lose you."