He has too much to do at work

Seamus kissed the top of Alice's head and whispered into her hair: "Thank you honey."

Alice leaned back, winced, and instead stepped back, then went on her tiptoes and he bent down to kiss her. "I love you too honeybear." She smiled. "But it's a little cold here and I'm a little nippy. Mind if I skedaddle home?"

Seamus looked at her questioningly.

Alice looked surprised at her own words. "I guess I acclimatized to the castle fast. Even with as little exploring as I've done. But it feels right saying that."

Seamus nodded. "I agree. Find a good room for Sean." He kissed the tip of her nose and touched his forehead to hers. Mournfully, he played a small tune on her nipple chains, prompting a shiver and moan from Alice.

"I could stay like this all day. But yes, skedaddle home y'all." Seamus looked over at Sireah. "Except you. You and I work well together."

Sireah smiled saucily, bumped him with her bare hip and said: "Is that all you like Your Majesty?" She purred. "I kind of hoped you wanted to keep me around for my tits."

Alice snorted again. Turning to Vavnagal, she said, "Time to go Vav, even with my recent upgrade I can't compete with those tits for my husband's affections."

Seamus frowned and complained to Alice's back: "Hey! I like your ti...breasts! They're beautiful."

Alice looked over her bare shoulder at him and grinned. "Sure honey. But you've got to admit... She's got me beat by miles in volume, and lift." Getting a sneaky look on her face, Alice said whilst looking pointedly at his watch: "I bet if I had mountains like those, you would plow my valleys to my heart's content..."

Seamus wanted to respond, but Alice had timed her statement well as the mists had already dissipated, her lovely red hair an afterimage. He looked at Sireah who smiled and said. "It's true, Your Majesty, these could be very warm pillows for you to plunge into." She undid a couple of toggles on her corset, exposing more of her cleavage, her tail making slow, sinuous waves behind her.

Seamus felt a surge of hot-blooded emotion as he grabbed the top of her corset and held it closed as he used his own tail against the floor to push the two of them against the wall. "Is this really what you want, Sireah? A King that uses every member of his court for his own pleasure? A King that takes what he wants..." He growled into her ear: "A King that lets down his inhibitions and ravishes his guards at his every whim?"

Her wings froze flat against the wall, then beat slowly, Sireah smiling sadly in response as she continued to keep watch over his shoulder as best she could through his own wing feathers and replied. "Yes, Your Majesty. All your guard wants that. But we'll...I'll...accept whatever you're willing to give."

Seamus slumped in defeat and let go of her corset and opened his mouth as regret filled his face.

Sireah placed a finger against his lips and then swiftly turned her shushing motion into a sensuous one as she ran her fingernail along the edge of his upper lip. "Please, Your Majesty. Be yourself. Your court understands." She leaned forward and whispered huskily into his ear, "please, never, ever regret using me, pushing me, taking me forcefully. I can take it. I like it."

Pulling back from his ear, Sireah carefully withdrew her finger from his lips after tracing a final slow, careful circle, her eyes never once ceasing their process of casing the room. Gently she placed that hand between his legs. "We of your guard would always love to receive the gift of our King's attention, but we understand current human culture is not ours. You are no longer used to harems of wives, and of concubines."

Sireah stayed against the wall as Seamus stepped back from her, a tangle of emotions and thoughts raging across him, his tail whipping in agitation. Sireah re-did the toggles of her corset and bent the knee in front of Seamus, making that familiar bow Seamus almost dreaded seeing in this moment. "I'm sorry for contributing to your discomfort, Your Majesty. Would you prefer Lal or Elaln here instead? Or another guard?"

Seamus shook his head sharply and he snapped. "No. Stay! I'll never learn to adapt if I push you away." He folded his arms in front of his chest and grimaced. "It is not your fault, nor your hangups, those faults lie with me. They are mine, borne of human-centric conceptual understandings." Seamus sighed and continued. "This morning has been...raw. Having my family here, having you here, these have been the highlights." He glared at Jill.

Seamus turned back to her, took a ragged breath and knelt in front of her, prompting Sireah to sink even lower. Seamus felt his lips thin in frustration. "I think it was just a delayed stress response, alleviated and postponed by the arrival of Alice, spiked by a feeling of...je ne sais quoi." Seamus sighed. "I've felt more alive since I've met y'all, my marriage seems even stronger, but at the same time... y'all complicate the livin' daylights out of me!"

Sireah kept her head, knee, and upper torso bowed, ears pricked, and hand on her sword hilt, but she kept quiet.

Seamus smiled tiredly, closed his eyes, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Thank you Sireah. I promise, I'll try to be more incubi in my actions at home. I know...I saw how few incubi there were in the village compared to how many succubi."

Sireah didn't move, but Seamus could feel the tension in her shoulder muscles get worse, vibrate a little, and then slowly fade as he watched her tail tip curl and then sink to the floor. Finally, she placed a hand over his and Seamus used it to pull them both up to a standing position.

Sireah searched his face in dead seriousness for a few rapt seconds, then with a sweet smile, blew a kiss at him and winked. And with that, her body returned to its usual hip cocked toward him, slight upper body incline to deepen her cleavage pose, and she resumed scanning the room with her eyes. Seamus wished she didn't have to. He prayed he would never have to feel the life go out of her body, or see that sensuous smile never return to her eyes. It had been bad enough the first time...with a guard that...

Seamus blinked away sudden hot tears as he turned away from her.

"Your Majesty?" Sireah's voice was deep with concern.

"Just...ahem...just thinking about recent events and praying you'll stay safe, sugar." Seamus tried and failed to keep his voice from catching, putting his hand out to pat her on the shoulder, missed, and landed on her breast. Seamus nearly withdrew his hand before rethinking and instead left it there.

A wingtip touched his cheek, lifting a tear from there and Sireah cradled it carefully in her hands. "May I, Your Majesty?"

Wordlessly, Seamus nodded. And stared as Sireah brought the tear to her tongue and gently shivered her wingtip, coaxing the tear to fall. An expression of wonder crossed her face and Sireah looked at him, her eyes piercing. "You love...unconditionally... even people you have just met." Her own eyes shimmered. "Thank you...my liege...thank you."

Seamus watched her ponder something heavily and then make a decision. "Your Majesty. May I call you something else as well?" Sireah asked.

Deciding to go with a feeling deep inside, Seamus didn't question, or ask. He just nodded. And pulled his hand back to his side.

"Master. I was yours already. You had but to ask. You are my King, my liege, and now, if you'll have me, my Master." Sireah said.

Seamus closed his eyes. 'Lord, help!' His eyes opened to her steady gaze continuing to sweep the unmoving figures in the room. "Um. Sireah, when you say Master..."

Sireah nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty." Her eyes crinkled and flicked back at him before resuming their careful watch. She maintained a steady smile as she said, "Submissive, Slave, Slut, Pet, however you'll have me, I'll call you Master if you'll have me." Smiling wider, she continued, "But given you have a Pet, and a Submissive already, I wouldn't mind being one of the other two for you." Her long ears pricked as she focused on the doorway for a long moment, then relaxed and went back to scanning the room.

Seamus wanted to say yes. That was surprising. It was all too fast, like it had been between him and Alice. But his attentions were getting spread so thin...how could he afford to give her equal attention? And he already had...more women to care for than he wanted to admit.

"Your Majesty, I can wait, no need to look so constipated. I'm fairly certain Her Royal Consort would wear my wings as her own adornments if you didn't talk it over with her." Sireah said just before Seamus opened his mouth to ask her if she could wait for just that very thing.

Seamus smiled in disappointed relief, and that was enough to seal the deal for him. He did like her. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to see her tied up, chewing furiously at a ball gag...but yes...Alice would be spitting nails without being part of this conversation before the decision was made, even if he already knew Alice would say it was his decision.

Seamus frowned and laughed. "How is it that I have so many women in my guard that seem to be submissive types? From what I'd heard of succubi, at least mythologically speaking, it seems y'all would more likely be the type to grind a man's genitals into the floor whilst whipping him with a crop and having even the most domineering of men ecstatic at the attention."

Sireah smiled. "Who's to say that hasn't been me in the past, Your Majesty?" She grinned, her wings beating a little faster and stretched to their furthest extent.

Seamus cocked his head and looked at her, opened his mouth and closed it.

Sireah laughed. "Oh, the look on your face!" Then she pouted. "And that is the fastest I've seen you lose an erection." She smiled easily again. "But Your Majesty, it is well known you are not submissive in the least, so it was another of the criteria, along with the greater human knowledge, that drove Homila and Her Majesty in selecting us."

Seamus groaned. "That explains...so much! Homila was involved!" It still didn't solve the issue regarding Sireah's request, but at least he could tell Alice who to blame...

Seamus sighed. Sireah was a brat. She couldn't have asked this before Alice had left? Or waited till they were home? Oohhh, was Sireah ever going to get a spanking for this one... 'Lord help me control my thoughts. I'm at work.' He watched Sireah's tail swish contentedly, briefly pausing with intention as she catalogued and re-catalogued everything she saw, her wings relaxing a little and beating slower.

Turning back to his desk, resolving to return his mind to work, and almost like an answer to a prayer he didn't know he'd made, his eyes landed on something on his desk Seamus often used during presentations. "Sireah?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"How familiar is Na with human technology?" Seamus had a wicked, oh so wicked thought that he just couldn't quite get out of his mind.

Sireah shook her head and fluttered her wings. "I'm not certain, Your Majesty, but from what I've understood, her intelligence skills are more in the demonic territories and human psychology, and less so on human technologies. May I ask why?" Sireah glided effortlessly on her heels back to her corner.

"Oh, no reason particularly..." Seamus said casually as he pocketed the laser pointer. Settling himself back on his exercise chair, he looked up at the clock...okay-time had still moved even if everyone here was frozen. Some day he'd have to do a deep dive into succubi, and incubi, selective manipulation of localized spacetime. He wondered if he'd be able to understand the answer or if his interests in hard sci-fi would fail to give him enough background.

Then Seamus chuckled, and thought: 'What would Richard Feynman have thought if he'd had a chance to meet the succubi?' Seamus froze and looked at Sireah...wait..."Sireah?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Sireah quirked an eyebrow.

"Y'all didn't happen to help out, or interact with, a human named Richard Feynman, or Albert Einstein, did you?" Seamus asked.

Sireah cocked her head. "I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with those names...do you need me to retrieve them for you, Your Majesty?"

"No! No. You'd be bringing me bodies, not live people..." Seamus said.

Sireah shrugged. "It requires a bit more of a draw, Your Majesty, but I can pull them forward in time if you'd like. The power draw depends on how long they've been dead and how far before they died you'd like to talk to the living person." She leaned further forward.

Seamus realized Vavnagal had said something to that effect once before, right? Or was it...ah, not critical who had said it, he'd forgotten in the sheer number of things that had happened recently. "Right. No, thanks. Let them sleep." Seamus shuddered, 'no reason to become like King Saul after all'.

Sireah settled back, inclining her head.

Seamus advised her: "They are both famous humans in the world of physics and mathematics. I just wondered if the incredible leap forward had help, such as observing your transport method, and were attempting to explain how it was possible."

Sireah shrugged again. "It's possible. I've interacted with many humans over the ages, too many to remember all their names, Your Majesty." She smiled slyly, "now...if you could describe their penises I might remember them better."

Seamus snorted and shook his own head, replying dryly, "somehow those descriptions don't make it into the history books, usually, not that I know of anyway."

Sireah stretched. "Too bad. It's such a beautiful organ, and so truthful. It either likes you or it doesn't. Your Majesty, may I resume time for your fellow humans? It's draining and the current lack of Erogen flowing in here is draining my surplus."

Seamus jerked. "Oops. Yes, please do."

"IT informs me that the computer should be ready in half an hour and a tech will be delivering it to you an hour after that, along with the new monitors and any other equipment you want them to bring. Is there anything you'd like to add to the request, Mr. Malone?" Kaylee asked.

Seamus blinked. His watch signaled him. "Ah...somehow I doubt they'll have a 3D Enterprise Mouse on hand." He joked, pulling up the notification on his watch. "A chair for you would be good."

"Adding it to the list." Kaylee tapped away on her laptop. "Ms. Jill already has a...chair...ordered for me, Mr. Malone."

Jill grumbled under her breath but didn't say anything.

"Good...good. Thank you, Kaylee." Seamus said distractedly, looking at the text from Ailis: 'May I receive sexual pleasure so I can learn?' "What?"

"Everything okay, Mr. Malone?" Kaylee asked.

Seamus waved her off. "Yes, just forgot about something." Texted back: 'Reluctantly: yes you may. Wishing you didn't need to.'

'Same here.' The quick text came back. 'Please remember, I may need to ask to put clothes back on afterwards.'

Seamus grimaced as he heard the door open and people walked in. 'Understood. I'll keep watch for your texts. Love you, stay safe.'

Kaylee took a sharp breath as she sat down on her exercise ball. Seamus glanced up and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing the pants she'd been wearing at the start of the day but instead was wearing a knee length black A-line skirt. He frowned, ah. He needed to remember to buy her new underwear.

Seamus looked down to see the string of texts from Ailis, 'Love you too. Seamus. Dad. *Sigh* I thought I was over the weirdness.' Half a second later: 'Don't...text back on that, just... it's strange.' 'TTYL, focusing on class, having difficulty texting.'

Seamus suddenly paused. Why was Kaylee wearing a skirt? "Kaylee?"

"Yes, Mr. Malone?" Kaylee looked up from her laptop, still typing away.

Maybe this wasn't such an appropriate question to ask. "What kind of computer are they sending?" Much better question to ask. Seamus opened his own and started the sign in process, only an hour and fifteen later than he usually did.

"It's...a workstation desktop. I'm afraid I don't know what type, do you want me to ask them?" Kaylee flicked her eyes towards Jill, her eyebrows furrowed.

Seamus shook his head. "No, thank you." Grumbling, he muttered: "Hopefully it's better than the one they tried to saddle me with the last time I needed an upgrade." His voice took on an unconscious whine as he continued muttering: "16GB of RAM is fine for most of our people, what's the problem?"

Snickers from Eloise told him he was a little louder than he had intended, so Seamus cleared his throat, and would have sat up straighter, but he already was thanks to this infernal exercise ball.

Jill leaned back against him. "Problems with Gayle?"

Seamus was about to agree when he rethought the wisdom of that. "It's fine. I'm sure I could have filed the right paperwork later to get it upgraded and it would have been okay for the short term."

Jill said thoughtfully: "You know, everyone says Gayle is what holds up improving our IT department, maybe I should look into that."

Simultaneous "No!"'s filled the room as Seamus, Eloise, and Kaylee all shot out objections. Seamus continued: "I'll look into it. I'm a director now, that should hopefully give me a little pull with IT."

"Okay, but I've got a few ideas that could help speed up the process. Just let me know if you want help motivating her." Jill said calmly.

Seamus grimaced. Now, he really wished that mirror looking up her skirt she'd installed could show her tail... because she could mean that statement innocently, but Seamus just kept thinking about what Lawrence had said. Unfortunately, her tail was between their backs, hidden under her skirt.

Seamus scowled. She had installed mirrors everywhere in this office, he could see everything! Including down Eloise's blouse...oops...but the one place he couldn't see was the one he really felt a desperate need to see.

Jill reached around and started massaging his hips. "Hey, if you keep up that scowl, you'll give yourself a headache! I know, I've done it before."

Seamus felt the scowl melt away as he cast through his memory, seeking the visual of that article he'd once read...where was it, ah! 2015 read, 2005 released: NIH. Skimming it again, what do you know, she was right! Huh. He wondered if the tensile strength tests gave steel tension headaches if they were bent into a furrowed shape beforehand. Maybe only if they elongated into plantable rows! Chuckling at his bad internal joke, Seamus suddenly realized that probably looked really odd to the outside world. "Ahem." 'Not the right time for levity Seamus.'

Seamus shook himself and buried himself in Engineering Change Proposals. A while later, he finished the ECP, reached down and realized his coffee was cold. Grimacing, he finished the last of the cup and turned to get a new cup from the kitchen, to find Kaylee already standing from her exercise ball, rigidly keeping a straight face as she said: "How do you take your coffee, Mr. Malone?"

Seamus replied: "No need, I can get it myself, thank you though."

Kaylee glanced at Jill and then back at him. "Are you sure, Mr. Malone? It's no trouble."

Seamus almost wished she had a tail of her own so he could know what was going on, but finally responded: "Okay. Black, please. But not from the normal pot in the break room...uh... Jill?"

Jill swiveled around. "It's in the break room labeled as only for you."

Seamus almost sighed. "I don't mind if other people use my coffee maker, I'd just prefer my beans not get used unless someone actually cares about the taste like I do. Is the grinder there too?"

Jill nodded.

Seamus asked Kaylee: "Grinder should still be set to the right coarseness."

Kaylee suddenly looked panicked. "Uh...yes, Mr. Malone."

"Ah, really, I can make it myself, no trouble." Seamus was suddenly worried about his lunchtime coffee...

"I can figure it out, it's all right, Mr. Malone." Kaylee hurried out of the room with Seamus's coffee mug.

Seamus sighed. 'Please don't wash the mug. Please don't wash the mug. Please don't wash the mug...'

Sitting back down, he finished a few emails and was about to open and start the next ECP when a skinny, tall thirty year old man wearing a white t-shirt emblazoned with: 'Have You Tried Turning It Off and Back On Again? No? Try That First Next Time.' walked through the door, pushing a cart covered in gear.

The man's pale face was red and sweat stains covered his shirt. "Sorry! Sorry! It took me three stores, but I finally found the 3D mouse you needed." He pulled up short, looked around the oddly laid out room and said: "...uhhhh... Director Malone?" He looked back down at a paper on his cart and then at the doorway that had a blank nameplate.

Seamus looked around for a split second. Oh. Right. "That's me." He stood up and nodded, accepting the transfer paperwork.

"Okay. I'm here to get your computer installed and remote desktop running. I assume you have a secure network and office at home you can remote from?" The man said as he started unloading the cart onto Seamus's desk.

"Yes, of..." Seamus started to answer but then realized he didn't have a clue if his multi dimensional castle even had internet much less if it were secure enough for his work. "coo..."

Kaylee chose that moment to walk in. "Sorry about the delay Mr. Malone, I had to watch a video explaining the process...oh, the computer equipment is here! Good." Stepping around the tech, she handed the steaming mug to Seamus.

Seamus kept his eyes up on Kaylee and smiled in thanks as he brought the mug to his nose and sniffed. Ahhhh. Coffee. Wait. His eyes glanced down. 'Drat!'

"Something wrong with it, Mr. Malone?" Kaylee asked. She stood there waiting patiently for his response.

"It's fine, Kaylee. Thank you. Next time just swirl some water in the cup and rinse...no soap please." Seamus tried to keep it as gentle as he could, but still felt guilty - it had been nice of her to get the coffee in the first place. He sat back down and finished signing the documents.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Do you want me to get a...well a clean fresh cup wouldn't be any better... Sorry Mr. Malone." Kaylee sounded very odd.

Seamus looked up and smiled. "No worries, thank you. I appreciate you getting the coffee in the first place. Now. About the new computer. Do you need any help setting it up?" The last question he directed to the IT tech.

"No, sir. It'll only take me a few minutes. We got the software loaded before I brought it over. Some updates will run, but we've got most everything installed, except the 3D mouse drivers." The tech checked his phone as a text dinged and a look of disappointment crossed his face.

"Everything all right?" Seamus asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, my girlfriend's at the hospital. She's supposed to let me know when she's about an hour away from delivery." The tech had finished connecting the new, much larger monitors to the desktop, and was connecting an Ethernet cable from the wall to the computer.

"Congratulations! What are you doing here man? Why aren't you there?" Seamus asked.

The tech grinned. "Thanks! Gotta pay the bills, right? Kept telling my girlfriend we needed to get married and she could be on my health plan but we haven't told her parents yet..."

Seamus frowned. It really wasn't his business but..."Her parents don't know about you two?"

"No! I wanted to, but she felt awkward about it. She's 19. I told her the age gap happens all the time and it's nothing to worry about but apparently her parents are super old fashioned boomers. Real strict, know what I mean? Not like my parents, they were all make love not war!" The tech finished connecting everything and pressed the power button. "You should be good to go man, sweet office, love the mirrors!" He rolled the cart out.

Seamus had no idea what to say so he just called out: "Fair winds and following seas."

"Huh?" The tech said from the doorway.

"Safe travels."

"Oh. You too!" The tech departed, the door closing with a soft thud.

Seamus shook his head. How very strange. His watch dinged. 'Husband dear, snookums, please oh please, let your poor, cold wife don a smidgen of cloth to cover her frigid skin?' Attached was a selfie of her breasts. Very hard nipples, no hint of goosebumps anywhere in sight.

Seamus snorted and replied: 'Yes, you may. Red negligee. Blouse and skirt of your choice.'

Alice replied a few seconds later: 'Will do honey. What do you want for dinner?'

'Steak and mashed potatoes.' Seamus smiled. He loved his wife's mashed potatoes... she'd watched some French guy explain the process and her mashed potatoes were so creamy and rich, and he really didn't want to know how many calories were in them from the butter...

'Okay. Elaln wants to try to make coq au vin. Do you want that some time this week?' Alice put a heart emoji in the text.

'Sure. If you don't want to cook, she could do that tonight instead.' Seamus offered. Alice had made that dish a decade ago and he'd loved it...but it was rich!

'Only if you want to eat two hours later than normal.' came the swift reply.

'Never mind, tomorrow could work. We could eat it with your mother.' Seamus mused.

'Right. Get my mother drunk on wine. You think she talks a lot now!' Alice put an emoji with a woman rolling her eyes in the text.

'True. Love you.' Ding. 'Ailis just texted.'

'... Okay. Love you too.' Alice sent back.

Seamus switched over to Ailis and read: 'May I receive and give pleasure to learn from my teacher in this class?'

Sighing and praying they could find some way to get rid of this rule, Seamus replied back: 'Yes, Ailis'.

Waiting a moment and seeing no more texts, Seamus looked up to realize Kaylee was looking at him, waiting patiently. "Sorry Kaylee, what can I help you with?"

"What would you like me to bring you for lunch, Mr. Malone?" Kaylee asked.

"Ah...you already did. I usually just have a coffee at my desk." Seamus said. He ignored a disgruntled clearing of the throat from the corner.

"Oh. Understood." Kaylee looked uncomfortable, but turned back to her computer.

"Ah, feel free to break for lunch if you need. I usually just take mine at my desk and leave early." Seamus said.

"Thanks for the offer, Mr. Malone, but I didn't pack a lunch. I'll be fine." Kaylee kept working.

Frowning, Seamus looked up to see a small smile on Jill's face in the mirror. "I take it you can't take a break unless I do?"

"It's fine, Mr. Malone. I'll make sure to plan for that in the future." Kaylee insisted.

Looking at the clock, knowing he needed to get the raft of current ECNs and ECPs off his plate before he handed off future work to another engineer, Seamus calculated how much time he would need... And made a compromise that would hopefully work. "Tell you what, I'll order Chick-fil-A to be delivered. That work? Or would you prefer Church's? Raising Cane's? Something else?"

"Ooh. I love Church's honey milk biscuits...but I love Raising Cane's sauce... Whichever you want, Mr. Malone." Kaylee said.

"How about you, Eloise, Jill? Preferences?" Seamus downloaded a local food delivery app while waiting for them to answer.

Seamus got differing answers from both Eloise and Jill, so he just ordered meals from all three and increased the driver tip to compensate.

Forty minutes later, Kaylee got up, and shortly returned with three bags of food. "Mr. Malone, which one has yours?"

"None of them. I'm good with my coffee, thanks." Seamus again heard the disgruntled noise from the corner. Then his stomach growled furiously. Seamus sighed. Normally he was fine. He returned back to work, Kaylee getting him coffee three more times before 1630 rolled around. By now, his stomach was growling every five minutes and Seamus was feeling odd.

Five minutes later, Seamus realized he had clicked save on the same document more than once, but he wasn't sure how many times he had done so. Restarting his systems, Seamus stood up. "All right y'all, I need to head home. I guess I'll have to finish the handover on Monday." Sighing, he accepted his suit coat from Kaylee and paused on his way out the door. Hmm. "Are y'all on your way out?"

"I have a few more things to finish up." Jill said.

Eloise continued typing, and waved goodbye, looking flushed again. Jill glared at her. Eloise spoke up breathlessly, "Have a good weekend, Mr. Malone." Jill smiled.

Kaylee started to get up again with a partial wince but at a swift glance from Jill, sat back down. "I've got a little more to do, Mr. Malone. See you on Monday."

Not seeing a good avenue to stay now that he'd announced he was leaving, Seamus also didn't see a good path to asking what was going on. So he grimaced, held the door open to strange looks from Eloise and Kaylee, and a contemplative one from Jill, and waited for Sireah to proceed in front of him.

Looking around, Seamus saw the cameras and decided disappearing in mists from here wasn't the smartest plan. So, they walked through the front door. And Seamus was promptly pushed to the ground with an accompanying loud crack of glass behind him as the door shattered into a million pieces. Oh no. No. No. No. Mists enveloped them and Seamus breathed out a sigh of relief as he felt Sireah's breath on his neck.