"And I in part shall accept your love like love and ne'er spurn it where there is no cause," Spideri answers with a laugh.  "Let us be off, or at least off this rooftop.  We are too near the Tower of Smoke for my comfort, and your safety.  Your confederate will join us anon, I hope?"<br/><br/>He stands and stretches.<br/><br/>"Ayy, me.  They did not return the tools of my trade!  Pesky Falcons.  Well, no matter.  I've made do with less.  And at the least you are not some plain little bumpkin of a tomboy who shall claim I am her bodyguard to all who ask."