Selene opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Henry stepped in before a word left her.
"We requested Selene again," he said, voice smooth, measured, the kind that filled rooms without trying.
"Because tonight won't be ordinary and we will need unordinary hands to capture what isn't ordinary."
Izan nodded once as he turned his head toward Selene anyway.
She was smirking now subtly with one leg tucked under the other on the couch.
He looked at her for a second longer than needed, then said, dry as ever, "Can she be changed?"
Just as he finished, a pillow came fast, and it clipped him on the shoulder, then slid down his arm before hitting the floor.
Selene leaned forward, elbows on her knees, amused.
"You're lucky I need these arms for work", she said. "Otherwise I'd aim better."
Izan bent to pick the pillow up, tossed it back onto the couch without ceremony, and moved away from her reach this time while Henry watched the exchange with something close to excitement.
