Letting Puck have his fun Martin looked at the  hallway as a crazy idea comes to him. As Puck played the cat Martin smiled as he observed the interaction from his spot. He waited for Scar to pull on Puck before he held himself steady in his darkened area as he spoke in the low narrator voice he had aquired in helping Puck with his theater production.<strong>”of night, and playful mirth, does the Fey Puck be made, Speak are thy a spirit of light, or an abomination of darkness, did thy come to protect or seduce into sin the daughters of eve? Speak creature for with darkness and nothing do thy speak.</strong><br/><br/>Looking down at Puck from his perch he waited for his friend to rise to the bait. He glanced over at Sarah and knew she was drunk, not tipsy but drunk. Which meant he would be taking her to bed soon so she could rest.<br/><br/><br/><br/>