Exton

Years at Mab's side, and Hunting, have their benefits. He isn't sure what Morgan sees in his eyes, desire, greed, but it isn't the anger at what she offers. His hand slides over hers and he leads her around the corner. As soon as they are away from the Tavern and Traeger's shop, Keon leans lazily against a wall.

"How long have you been away from Court?" A small smile plays around his lips. He sees her bristle and holds up a hand. "Peace. Some in Mab's Court will buy changelings, but the Queen herself has declared the practice beneath her."

His smile becomes tight, anger held in check. Let her make of it what she will. Keon raises a brow, pulling on a cold persona "So... what brought me to your attention? Because you lost your toy?"

He watches as her skin becomes redder, nearly the same the same color as her hair.

"Oh please. Everyone there saw the scene. I just want to know if it was real, or if it was staged. A scene like that has its uses. Is he truly Seelie? Or one of the Unclaimed?"

Behind Morgan, in the shadow of a trash dumpster, red eyes glow for a moment then disappear. Truant salutes him, then slips behind the dumpster.

As Morgan catches her breath, Keon crosses his arms, waiting. "Mayhap we should start again. What exactly do you have in mind? And what have you to bargain with, in exchange for my... expertise?"