The wolf nodded, sipping from his drink. "I think he'd kill them even if one of us told him to his face." He said, grinning. "You saw the way he looked at the human. She's got him wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn't even know it." Ghost thought for a moment, staring into Plum's eye before finally nodding. "Yeah. Let's do that. I'll get Currant to work her magic when I get confirmation that the puppies are intent on doing something stupid. Send her out to whisper in the right ear."<br/>One long finger tapped impatiently on the table, a nervous tic he'd never been able to get rid of. The wolf didn't like having a tell, even around the closest members of PM, even around Plum. He felt as though he might as well have hired a skywriter to broadcast his mental turmoil to the whole city. Years had passed since the last time he'd felt overwhelmed, but the combination of the Mark, the war, and the shifter's pet human had his brain roiling like the sea in a storm.<br/>"Hey Plum." He said in a voice close to the one he used on the rare occasions the two of them made love, instead of just fucking to take the edge off. "What would you do if you had an out? If you didn't have to deal with any of this anymore?" Ghost waved a hand absently. He felt like he knew her answer, or knew the one she would give him, anyway. For some reason, though, he felt like he had to know if she would say something different than what he was expecting.<br/>The wolf came very close to laughing at himself. The leader of PM, in public, sounding far too fond of the idea of getting out of the life he'd lived since he was a child. Sounding, too, far too interested in Plum's answer.