Bell blinked and noticed Declan's look and rather felt like a subject under study for a moment while the scientist puzzled out fine details about her that she didn't even realize her own self. Luckily the cakes and tea arrived with tea and cakes, Bell stepped back a little taking a moment to study the chef as he placed out the treats. If he looked her way she gave a polite smile and and bobbed her head in hello. The Chef quickly turned escaped back into the kitchens and when Bell's eyes returned to Declan he was already doling out the treats. She took a sniff and realized there were sweets to be nibbled. She reached for one of the sponge cakes then dropped roughly three or four more cubes of sugar into her own cup and swept it up after a quick stir.<br/><br/>Declan introduced himself and she wondered why did that name sound familiar – she was a little... out of the loop when it came to politics and famous faces but after a moment and with a splash of sugar down tea on her tongue it all clicked into place.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“YOU'RE THAT APPRENTICE! I - I mean Merlin's Apprentice?!” </span>She asked rather surprised. She stepped back Nephew to Nimue! Her world was swirling she knew he was the apprentice but only after thinking about it for more than a flash of thought she realized holy shit he was Nimue's Nephew.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> “I … I um... sorry”</span>She bowed her head a little unsure how to react – part of her wanted to get out of there fast, and it showed when her eyes darted to the door then back to Delcan.<br/><br/>After a moment however, she seemed to realize she was still standing as he began to explain and she felt it right to sit then. Her knees folded and she sat on the edge of the seat sipping more of the tea with a nibble of the sponge cake to compliment it. As Declan explained Bell found herself actually visualizing it – Pan as he'd been when he'd first come to Nevermind, he'd seemed so much more carefree back then – seemed being the word. He'd played her from the start she figured that bit out only much later in her solitude. It was as Declan explained Peter's Change that Bell looked down and away – shame filled her eyes she knew exactly what it'd been to change the annoying brat. The flute – she knew it all to well too - he'd taken it from the last Guardian of the Gates, and it was the Flute that held the Gilden Key – or rather was the key's dormant form.<br/><br/>She remained quiet for the moment though – she was still unsure if she could trust him or now – none of the Fey had listened to her when she explained Pan's betrayal they'd all seen him as a savior of their kingdom. When in truth he'd set a demon through the gates to attack the original Pan of the Greek Mythos and original Guardian to the gates. The battle had been horrible but the demon that Peter had brought through with it did it's intended purpose – though Pan had beaten it he'd been weakened enough for Peter to strike the final blow. An old time ache grew in her chest as she'd remembered when Pan first told his story and of Pan's defeat – she'd been falling for him before that but after his heroic tale of slaying the thing that had took their guardian felt like it sealed her to him. She shook her head a little and looked back at Declan as he continued.<br/><br/>She noticed he seemed to have his own pain in his eyes and she wondered – did that witch ever go somewhere or touch other's lives and NOT ruin them? She listened though and her head tilted a little when he mentioned the intimacy that he'd shared with her and a darkness skittered in Bell's eyes as guard's seemed to lift back up. Even as he explained she'd betrayed him she knew Love and knew just how badly it could mess you up – impair your judgments and turn even a seeking eye blind. It was only as he was finished that he asked his own questions.<br/><br/>She quirked a brow and wondered<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Peter … what was it ...Piper? Well I never heard that of his name he just went by Peter plan Peter...”</span>her eyes grew soft for a moment an pained lived in those more blue eyes before flaring back to brilliant green<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“But he became Peter Pan when he took the very name of the Guardian he betrayed”</span>She was being careful herself it seemed<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“This was the Guardian of the Hallow's – Sheppard of the lost, Nature God and Companion to the Nymphs... he had a great love for the reed pipes and so to carried such a set of them on his person always. But they were not just musical tools – they were a key of sorts so that one could pass freely between the lands of the Fey and of Earth”</span>She turned her eyes down a simple thought ringing in her mind O'malley had better be right about this guy or she would have to figure out how to take him out too... but first she wanted to kill Pan. But he didn't need to know the whole truth.<br/><br/>She came back to herself and looked up<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Wait you said something about the labors? Y-You're going to the Looking Glass?”</span>She gave Declan a skeptical look with a quirked brow almost like she could not believe someone like him could go into a din of sin like the Looking Glass.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Whatever does someone like you have to do there?”</span>she blushed a little shoving her own memories back as she knew what went on there - she'd been a time or two before. She quickly snagged another sponge cake as she set her empty cup of tea on the table between them.