"Hey, doll." The redhead said, sliding into the chair across from Ghost at the small table. It looked to him as though the woman was trying to be sexy, but she was trying too hard, and it just came across as pathetic.<br/>Perhaps a few years ago her act would have stirred something within him, but his time around Plum, who was sexy without even trying, had dulled him to the advances of other women. And that was before he'd Marked the night nymph. Since then, she'd been impossible to get off his mind. There had been this constant, nagging pull at his psyche, likely in her direction. He wasn't sure how the Mark worked, there was just this...awareness of her at all times.<br/>It had been there all day (or afternoon, as he had woken late), even as he went to check on Brie. Even as he found the La'Feyals roaming around. He was sure he'd almost been killed when he asked them why they were not with their daughter. It had been an honest question, but the wolf had<span style="font-style: italic">felt</span>the animosity from the parents, and it had scared him. It had been a long, long time since Ghost could say he'd truly been frightened, but there was such an aura in the hallway he was convinced for a moment they had already killed him and moved back to their original positions, just too fast for his eye to follow. He'd scarpered quickly, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't want to get punished.<br/>The rest of the day had been filled with visits to various Covens and other Non organizations, reminding them of the loyalty they owed in the event that the Wolves really started their damned war. Half of them would likely betray PM at the drop of a hat, but the personal visit would help to remind them who ran PM, and what would happen in that event.<br/><br/>So now he sat in one of the only bars in Market he could stomach across from a stupid, redheaded intruder on his privacy, wondering what he had done to deserve the annoyance. Even worse, she was a human. Ghost had nothing against humans, but they tended not to last long in relationships with Nons. They would be targeted by a rival organization, or turned somehow, or offered ridiculous sums to betray his confidence.<br/>Not only that, but most of them were so...bland.<br/>His mind went back to Plum, even as the redhead offered him a drink. Even as he accepted. Free drinks were free drinks, after all.