Exton

"I confess, milady Grace," I say, arching an unseen eyebrow. "I find myself intrigued. In all my years dealing with the supernatural community, never have I encountered one who requested such a meeting as you are now asking me to arrange. Well, your reasons are your own; I will not pry. If you will give me your cell number, I will call you as soon as I have come to an agreement with Sweeney and Mole. I am certain the news will not be long in coming, for I feel certain that their own curiousity will impel them to learn the cause for this most unusual request." I rise and walk around the table, offering her my arm. "May I say, milady, that I find your openness both commendable and refreshing. I regret that we have not met heretofore, for our little community will be infinitely the poorer for your loss. Until that unhappy event, call on me as you have need. For now, I bid you adieu."