“He would be insufferable,” Athos agrees with a curve of a grin. Considered seriously, though, the thought disturbs him, as do all the strange transformations Darrow bestows at random. Is there anything worse than being toyed with in such a fashion? He shakes his head a little. “I wish,” Athos speaks slowly, “I wish the magic of this place would leave us in peace."

Peace. It is still a strange concept to Athos. Too often these days it seems nearly in his grasp, only to be snatched away at the last moment.