He paused, before sighing in vexation. "No, I will not be able to wait. A pity. Convey my apologies for missing him, and my compliments to your master, as well as that, if no more than a day has passed, that I wished to speak with him. My thanks."<br/><br/>He turned and headed back, taking a seat at the edge of the lake. It was oddly soothing here, despite all the Fae that likely could do lots of horrible things to him, and he idly wondered if he had an opposite number among the Winter Court, and what protocols were in place should he meet them. He figured it wouldn't happen for a bit, but never hurt to be prepared. That was his personal motto, stolen from a special forces group, 'be polite, be efficient, and have a plan to kill everyone you meet.' Or, if not his personal motto, one of his favorite sayings. Usually immediately followed by him asking what everyone was laughing about. He found fairly extensive protocols, enough to convince him he would need to study them later, and moved back to studying the situation the Queen was cheerfully tossing him into, as well as the relevant files on his PDA.