Holding my hand out to Alastor, I wiggle my eyebrows, flashing him a sharp toothed grin the way I always used to whenever we were up to something devious. Despite all the pent up anger I had formerly the other night, it would be a lie to say that it is not a relief to let some of that slip away, to let myself be more at ease around my kitsune friend. Sure, I have not forgiven him, but it is as Valerian says, that can all be discussed later.
Right now, we fight.
"Lets get to fighting, partner," I say, unable to suppress a grin as Alastor's brown eyes widen in alarm- the sight of which always never ceased to amuse me. He hesitates for a brief, almost countable second, before slapping his hand across my own, shaking it firmly.
"It is good to have you back, El. Now prepared to have your butt kicked, my fair friend."
