Joe Dove slides into the room, staying hidden in the back corner. He slouches forth onto his cane; he watches with great interest. He fails to escape his guardian angel's gaze. Von Richton leans in; she rests her elbows on the backs of her cats and folds her hands in front of her face. Her glasses flare a brilliant yellow. "Good. Now another question. Why would you, Ms. Vixon, have any interest in protecting me, the exulted Aska Wright Von Richton?" "Aska?" Tail whispers.
