Thank god no, but I came close and it was incredibly stupid. I was practically begging that moron to back down.

Should I talk to Sparrow?

"Who?" He put an arm vaguely in front of Rhea.

"The important thing is he was here and he dealt with the situation." Feo concluded.

"Would you rather I ask more questions?" He pointed out. His tone wasn't unkind, though it did betray a certain level of bewilderment.

"How were things this morning?" Kyros wondered.

He bit the inside of his cheek, face turned into a familiar scowl, and shook his head again. "I'm sure Sparrow has some things to say. I'll get to mine later."

Whose fault was that exactly? He texted back, clearly implicating her.

Feofil roused at the sound of the door, lifting his head a little and cracking an eyelid. He'd pulled on his briefs to ward against the cold on his most sensitive of regions, but was otherwise giving himself some time to cool off before bundling back up again in his thick winter pajamas. "Hey," he murmured, a smile making its way onto his lips as he patting the space beside him, running his hand over the sheets. "Saved you a spot."

"I should, shouldn't I?" He lamented. "But I don't want to just leave you here to the demons."