Inky arrived at Madelina's house at 3:00am, half-asleep. He was surprised to see Pavel sitting on a recliner in the living room.

From looking at a family portrait, you could tell that Madelina took more after her father. Dark hair, large frame, and a singular fang. He had a rather prominent scar on his left cheek that he got from a knife fight when he was 16. His short beard hid part of it, but it was still noticeable. Pavel wore a ragged, old T-shirt as a pyjama.

"Hello again, Inky." He still had an accent that said that English wasn't his first language. "Had a nice night out?"

Inky's ears flattened, defensive. "What are you talking about, Pavel."

"You left to see Madelina at 11 pm, and now it's 3 in the morning. What were you doing between then and now?"

"Why do I get the feeling that you know exactly what I did?"

"Because I do."

Pavel took out his cell phone, opening an app that recorded his credit card purchases, and showed it to Inky.

"You've spent over $100 on 2 separate escorts. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Is that why you're so tired?"

Inky threw the phone on the floor."You goddamn son of a bitch!"

Pavel cast a blood red shield to protect him from Inky's wrath. It was successful, and Inky was soon lying on the floor, too tired to even float.

Pavel, cautious, picked him up by the wing. "Listen, I can supply you with a counterfeit one to help you out-"

"Counterfeit? If you want to incriminate me,you can do something much simpler."

Pavel shook his head. "It's not about me incriminating you; it's about me making sure you don't touch Madelina."

"What about Thomas? Or Aleksander?"

Pavel thought about this for a moment. "I mean, you could, with their consent...but neither of them seem to be interested in a relationship. Hold on, why did you even bring that up?"

Inky just laughed.