10-11-2017, 08:43 PM
It made sense. And was almost word for word what he had been told by others of their kind. Well, if working the power was like any other muscle, then Jaxen was going to do exactly that. He finished his drink and returned to his portion of the jet, walled himself off and eventually went back to sleep until they landed in Moscow. Before leaving his famous host, he was rather cordial. They swapped numbers because it was always handy to have a celebrity in his back pocket. He shook hands, bid him adieu, and arranged his own ride home.