"You have not!" Sloane squeaked, balling up a spare bit of parchment to throw at him. She almost appreciated a distraction as much as she appreciated his effort to look out for her. The thought of him keeping a list of her hair colors and their coordinating moods was mildly terrifying, but she laughed at the thought of it anyway- and the thought of sending Barnabas on a mission to summon him, as if he were an owl. Certainly Cammie wasn't afraid of rats, was he?