To say she was pleased with someone thinking they could bring a mutt into her Court was an understatement.
Cain stood by the Savages side, all one hundred and twenty-five pounds of supernatural muscle. But he doesn’t move, he doesn’t blink. But he was ready, ever ready for a word from his master to let him attack.
Dark eyes leave the man and focus on Mable, “Wonderful. If you will please let me know which month the Circle wishes to hold Court, that would be great. Formal or not, either is fine.” Was she letting them host a Formal? Sure sounded like it.
Eyes finally settle on the new face, “Pets are not allowed in Elysia, please see that it does not happen again.” Was all the Italian said, eyes slowly moving back to Mable,
“If the Circle needs anything for Court, give me a call. But it sounds like you and Seneschal Hart have things under control.”