Midnight Manor Boarding House, Friday Afternoon

"Well, well, well," Duke said, pausing in the street to regard the thing that looked like a house. "Isn't this just delicious, cousin?"

Grimm stopped next to him and laughed openly. "That's where you stashed Arden? You weren't fucking around at all, were you?"

"If I might remind you, Grimm, you were the one who found the place."

"Yeah, but I didn't know what it was," she pointed out. "Didn't that Spector guy tell you it was a living house?"

"He did," Duke said with amusement. "But either he wasn't telling the full truth or he doesn't know the full truth of where he lives."

"Well, that sounds like the kind of thing that'll be fun to find out, huh?" The red-head's eyes gleamed.

"I was just thinking the same thing myself," Duke noted. "And we really ought to be checking up on our dear Arden. Make sure she's settling in, no?" He offered Grimm his arm. "Shall we, cousin?"

"Let's!" she said, sliding her own through his as they approached the House.

( Wherein Marc Spector Makes Friends )

[Preplayed with the wonderful hasaknightjob as I'm running away to the woods in a few hours. NFI]