"And here Craven was just in to tell me how distinguished I look," Solomon answered with threads of amusement, his face turning more completely toward Valkyrie. "You'll make me think he was lying. By the by, I don't suppose one of you could take care of the camera that's lurking in the walls somewhere?"

Gabriel looked up, glanced around, and then pointed toward the faint sheen of a camera lens. "Just there. Good catch, Sol. We don't wanna be spied on. Well, not by them, anyways."

"Oddly enough, you get used to it." Solomon stirred, turned into the bed to try and push himself up onto his elbows, and then into a seated position. Gabe put a hand on his shoulder to press him gently onto the bed.

"Not yet. Nathanial's bringin' us something and then we'll leave. Think you've earned the right to not move for a li'l while."

There was an air of relief around him as the sorcerer relaxed again, turning onto his back more fully. "That sounds nice, actually. By the way, Ravel, pursuant to that question you asked earlier--yes, I have."