It was an odd mixture of comforting and stressful to realize how much deeper Jen could see than others. Willingly, Goodman followed her to the living room and sat upon the couch, his long, lanky legs stretching out on the floor like two long spider limbs. With a sigh, he briefly divulged, "I might have gotten cursed by Unseelie recently. So, the presence of dogs ...particularly hellhounds, troubles me a bit."<br/><br/>Because that was what was hunting him. Until he could absolve himself,<i>the Hund</i>would pursue him and they would find him. It's what happened when you stole from the sidhe but his pursuit of power didn't always combine with his pursuit for knowledge. So, stupid mistakes had been made. He'd find a way to cure it. Not tonight and this hellhound wasn't one that sought him. So, really, he was getting anxious over nothing.<br/><br/>"I<i>am</i>curious," Goodman said smoothly changing the subject. "Who are you?<i>What</i>are you? Not to be rude, not at all. I'm fascinated. What other dead things and trinkets do you have here?"