[Small as it is, it means a lot more than Mephisto might have thought. Stephen looks back again, and this time, meets Mephisto's gaze with his own. Something is searching, there, not so much suspicious as seeking something
which he seems to find, and he nods.]
So'm I. [The ghost of a smile. Thanks to you] You need any help with...? [He tilts his head towards the wing]
no subject
which he seems to find, and he nods.]
So'm I. [The ghost of a smile. Thanks to you] You need any help with...? [He tilts his head towards the wing]