Biffy gave Kitten a look that was equal parts paternal and remonstrative and, he knew, wholly ineffective. Kitten was terribly polite and respectful of the home she shared but he was not her parent and expected that the dragon thought herself only answerable to Daine, which was fair and true enough.

"I don't know. I could send a message but there's no knowing if her phone is with her. Shape shifters, you know?" he said, smiling knowingly. Poor Greta did know indeed, having first encountered Biffy that way.

"But feel free to stay the evening. If it gets dark, I can escort you back." His eyes twinkled. "Or even give you a ride."