When my ritual succeeded, and he appeared before me, I was ecstatic. But I soon discovered that my offering was ... insufficient compensation for what...I was asking,” he added, seeming deflated. His eyes turned to the floor of the car for a moment as he was lost in thought, but then his manic energy returned. “I needed souls, dozens of them, maybe more. But how could I obtain them, save by becoming a serial killer, a job for which I was not at all cut out?”“The Abbott and Schutzman,” Ethan. She glances at his golden wedding band, and closes her eyes.“Elle, I can’t. God,” he puts his head in his hands, “Why do you do this to yourself? I’m married: I have a wife, a wife who loves me, and cares for me, and is WAITING for me to come home to her.” He takes his head out of his hands, and instead fists them up and slams them on the table. “God damn it Ellie! Why?! Why now?! Why all of a sudden do you want me back, you are the one who broke it up in the first place. I can’t believe I’m. Or she. Lucian did not discriminate.“Oh sorry. Did not see ya there. What can I do for you?” Lucian politely asked.“Can I cut in line in front of you? I’m in a hurry.” His voice was unusual not rough like Lucian usually thought these creatures sounded.He did not sound small either. For all of his size, his voice was towering few octaves over Lucian’s, making him sound squeaky in comparison.“Aren’t we kind of in the same spot? I’m in front of you I’m sure it does not take that long.” Lucian. Suddenly his phone was snatched out of his hand. ‘You are NOT going to call her again. You are NOT going to go over there. You are coming with me straight over to Octave Hotel. Then we’re going to get you very drunk while we do a pub crawl of the Manning Street strip clubs!’ ‘Oh come on… I really don’t think that’s the answer.’ Gavin tried to convince himself. ‘Well if you ever want your phone back you’d better follow me.’ Gavin sighed and followed. He was probably right… Ellie hardly even.