“Well, aren’t they?” Ishmael shot back at Azazel and her motives, rolling his eyes. Underneath that, he did not like the sound of ‘for once’. How often did she follow him? How often was she lurking somewhere like a cursed shadow?
“Galina!” He said, whirling about to focus on more thrilling things, like Galina finally coming back. “Endless fun,” Ishmael drawled in answer, half-exaggerated and half-sarcastic. He meandered up and slung an arm around her in easy greeting, half because he thought any show of affection would embarrass her; but, at the same time, even a year in a vampire’s time counted as something, Ishmael had not given up on every human gesture just because he’d not-died, and there had been a fair likelihood, if they looked at things honestly, that her arrest meant she might never have returned.
“Galina!” He said, whirling about to focus on more thrilling things, like Galina finally coming back. “Endless fun,” Ishmael drawled in answer, half-exaggerated and half-sarcastic. He meandered up and slung an arm around her in easy greeting, half because he thought any show of affection would embarrass her; but, at the same time, even a year in a vampire’s time counted as something, Ishmael had not given up on every human gesture just because he’d not-died, and there had been a fair likelihood, if they looked at things honestly, that her arrest meant she might never have returned.
