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The city looks different by daylight, though still dull from thick fog. But the town house they are approaching is very different from the dark, ramshackle area they had been in the night before.

Havelock looks oddly at home in this wealthy-looking area. Though he does tend to fit in most places.

Usually by being completely out of sight, but still.

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He chuckles. "And I'd not change it."

Madam sips her champagne though a smile, but has no time to reply as Havelock reappears with even less explanation than he had left with.

"You might find it advisable to have the back door lock changed," he remarks to his aunt as he walks by her couch to fall gracefully into an armchair.

"But the traps on the windows are still in excellent order."

Puck doesn't so much as blink. What he does do is give Havelock a calculating once-over.

No time passes in his world while he remains in Milliways? There are possibilities here, he thinks. After all, Havelock promised to be Puck's for as long as he wanted him.

Puck wants him for a very long time.

"Excellent."

"Indeed," says Madam with a smile for them both.

"Will you be staying?"

Havelock had been planning to return to the Guild, but shrugs. "I had not decided," he says.

"I think perhaps we had better be getting back," Puck muses.

Madam nods graciously.

"Very well, then. Jeffrey will see you both to the door."

As if they might get lost on the way.

Havelock inclines his head as if Madam is some distant acquaintance. "Goodbye, Aunt."

"It has been a truly eye-opening discussion, Madam," the fairy says with a smile. "I am in your debt."

"Oh, surely not," she says vaguely. But the woman smiles back.

"Lovely to meet you. Bring him back again some time, Havelock. Or perhaps he will bring you," she says, remembering the manner in which they had entered.

Havelock shrugs non-committally from beside the door, where the grave-faced butler is waiting.

Puck beams at Madam, then gives Havelock's sleeve a little tug in order to encourage him doorwards. However, he quickly catches sight of the maid from before and promptly decides that, well, Havelock is fine on his own for a few minutes.

"Just a moment."

The little maid notices Puck as well, and promptly giggles, but coyly attends to her dusting as though she has not seen him.

Havelock shakes his head with quietly amused tolerance, which alters slightly as he sees his aunt watching him. Silently Madam inclines her head at the couch in front of her. With a brief glance to see Puck is occupied, he returns into the room, door swinging to with a gentle nudge.