Malcolm thought last night was one of his worse days for being a guardian.  The woman he was hunting was apparently a drake and she wasn’t evil.  So he sent the flowers he thought as an apology but realized maybe he wanted to deliver them in person, but she already thought he was a freak so he would stay away.  He did check on her that morning, he did see another man in her apartment, but he looked like the man from the bookstore so he didn’t worry about it too much, unless they were an item.<br/><br/>Then…then what?  It was not like he was interested in her after all right?  Right?  No he couldn’t do that to her she had a life, a bookstore neither of them had anything to do with him.  His hunting was the priority.  He didn’t have time for that anymore.  He had lost too many lovers, even one that looked as nice as she did.  “Arrrrgh.”  He shook his head and disappeared from off the top of the building.  He had work to do, she was safe and that was enough.