"Hard to tell with the armor on, but I'm pitching a tent." He grumbled, shaking his head. He marvelled at the intensity of the mantle. Shaming the Baroness of the White Court in front of Catherine had been strangely exhilarating, something that disconcerted him slightly. "Just stop at a Dunkin or something for now. I need coffee and I think we need to plan for the Malvoras."<br/><br/>He took her hand gratefully, entire body heating just from the touch of her skin on his. Ir seemed as though his sense of touch was enhanced as much as his hearing and smell, thanks to letting out so much of the mantle. He had to be careful not to let it consume him. The last Hunstman had given into his urges far too much. After Ted Bundy was executed, the mantle was passed on to him, not that he'd ever admit to Catherine that his mantle was the cause of such a prolific serial killer.