'Lukas!'
A hearty cry of welcome wakes them the next morning, as Catherine enters her parents' bedroom to find an extra occupant entangled in the blankets between her mum and dad.
'You look so sweet when you sleep!' she cries out exuberantly.
'I was sleeping very sweetly, Catherine,' he replies, 'couldn't you just have crawled in beside us? I rarely oversleep, and when I do I like to make it last.'
'Sorry,' the little girl offers, crestfallen, 'I was just so happy to see you.'
'Never mind, now I can enjoy being in bed with people I love. May I hold you? Mind you, I haven't a stitch on me.'
'I don't care, I've seen a man naked before.'
Then, thinking, 'but you're not a man, are you? That only makes it more interesting. May I see your tail? We're friends now, aren't we?'
Within seconds, Catherine is in Lukas' arms, in her pink flannel nightgown, only her chubby face above the covers.
'Did you have a good night?' she asks no-one in particular.
'I did,' Vincent replies, and Adison nods her confirmation.
'The best,' Lukas replies, his smile broad and cheeky as ever.
'Your dad grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. He really is very strong.'
'He's the strongest man ever,' Catherine states proudly, 'he could be in the circus, except he's already an actor, and that's better.'
'Are you in a toddler-mood?' Lukas inquires curiously.
'Just keeping in practise,' Catherine replies, 'and trying to avoid hearing embarrassing details.'
'Don't worry, I'll keep in mind you're only two, and not tell you anything pertinent.'
Lukas is enjoying this hugely, and Catherine doesn't seem to mind too much to find him in bed with her parents.
'You smell better than ever, Lukas,' she tells him.
'Can I see your tail now? Or is it still too private?'
It doesn't even occur to her that to show her his tail, he will expose her to other parts of his body that are considered to be even more private. Though, not having tails, people may not be the best judges of that.
Still, Lukas is in a magnanimous mood, and crawls from under the blankets to sit down in front of Catherine. His delicious backside faces her, and he says, 'You may even touch it.'
Very respectfully, Catherine's tiny hand reaches out for Lukas' frisky tail, and he merely smiles over his shoulder at her as she strokes it gently.
'Everybody should have a tail, Lukas, it's beautiful. I can understand why you say it's private, it's right above your behind, I suppose I never realized that. But I'm glad you allowed me to touch it. Come back into bed now, it's cold.'
She hasn't even acknowledged his most private parts, right on the other side of the tail, a lot smaller than yesterday evening, but still pretty impressive to Adison. The memory of their loving sends a small thrill through her body, and she is glad she doesn't have such a tell-tale, or it would certainly give her away immediately.
With a large bulge under the blankets and a lot of movement, she suddenly finds herself in the strong arms of her magnificent husband, who has decided to leave Lukas to his daughter, and spend some time on his beloved. He seems to have had a good time as well, and though he clearly admired Lukas' prowess, he didn't seem jealous at all. He just enjoyed it, and enjoyed watching it.
And now he enjoys holding his beloved really, really close. Adison feels so safe and so loved in his arms, surrounded by his scent, his dramatic colouring so familiar to her, his white skin, his black hair and those yellow eyes that speak to her without words.
Lukas seems to have no doubt that they will have a baby of their own, and that Vincent's weird magic will not damage the new life, and he is a healer, the best one. A god.
Vincent's magic is like Lukas' except he cannot store it, does that mean Vincent might have become a god? An evil god, his indestructible body possessed by an evil entity? Perhaps Lukas is right, perhaps they shouldn't go after the Master without experienced and powerful magicians. George hinted that he would come himself, and bring Mr Telling, who is reputedly even more powerful. They take the threat seriously. But Vincent knew the Master quite well, and he seems to think it will be a walkover.
He's nuzzling her neck now, not caring at all that his daughter and his friends are chatting away in the very same bed, under the very same blanket. A sharp look manages to stop his attentions, and he murmurs, 'All right, I'll behave. It'll keep until this afternoon.'
And after another ten minutes of enjoying the warm bed and the excellent company they get up and get dressed, eager for some breakfast.