Zosimos could be heard laughing mockingly from the Room of Reason. Daemala rolled her eyes and turned to Louis, giving him a slight curtsy in greeting. He was right on time. Though did he have to slink about as such? She tried not to let it bother her. This was, after all, their home.
"Perfect timing," Daemala said to Louis, "We were just about to get settled, and with another guest. Mac," she gestured towards the mortal, "is an honored guest of Zosimos's." There was something in her tone that conveyed almost a protective sense over the mortal.
"Lilies," She said to Mac, strolling south towards the Room of Reason, "Would be a perfect compliment. We shall order them tomorrow! Shall we?"