Mina crossed one leg over the other. The entire meeting was starting to feel more like business than anything else. Perhaps it was the bar. It reminded her of Doyle's speakeasy Elysium. Nothing good ever seemed to happen there. That was an eerie thought.

Lightly, she rescued her chin on her fingertips. "Well, tell me about your friends, then. What are they like?" Apparently not angels. Not if they were 'his charge,' whatever that meant.