Emily trilled, trying to trip him again before sauntering over to Adam. Watching her as she decided if the priestess deserved her attention, he couldn't quite hide a smile when she allowed Adam to pick her up. "Fickle girl," he muttered. "That one is Emily Dickinson."

Persephone bumped against his shin, demanding that she be carried as well. Scooping her up, he waited for her to settle against his chest before starting to run a hand along her back. Following Adam, he considered what Adam had said. Not just the comment about looking like an angel in a painting, but other things as well. "Why don't you ever acknowledge what I say about you?" He didn't realize he'd said the thought aloud until it was too late. "Or tell me about yourself?"