I'll have them put pawprints on your headstone, so that everyone knows exactly which fiend did you in.

[Verity meanwhile has lessened her assault in favor of just gently nomming on Heart's hand with, admittedly, still the occasional back foot kick.]

It's really not. I imagine it will get quite a bit warmer over the next few weeks, since summer is only barely beginning. And yet half the station is acting as though it's a sign of the end times.

[Absolutely foolish, of course, any member of the Lucian line knows that the endtimes come with increasingly long nights.]