”Find anything?” Dominique asked, her food forgotten, she’d let herself get so wrapped up in Elisa’s voice.

Elisa smiled softly. ”Nope, ’fraid not.” She reported, taking a sip of water. ”But, today’s another day, you know?”

”I do know.” Dominique replied, smiling a little and taking a bite of food. She couldn’t help it, it seemed. She was really starting to like this human somehow. ”You… the way you talk… you sound like a gargoyle, Elisa.”

”A gargoyle?” Elisa asked, unsure how to take that. ”Like the statues?”

Dominique regarded her thoughtfully a moment. Somehow she’d thought she’d have said the name to her last night, but she realized she never had and Elisa had never asked what her kind were called. She’d never asked a lot of questions that she would think most humans would ask, come to think of it. ”It’s the name humans gave to my kind long ago. Gargoyles. The statues you speak of, I imagine we are where they take their inspiration… does that count as your question?” She smiled a little to her host.

”…only if you want it to?” Elisa offered.

Dominique gazed into her eyes a moment. ”No, I don’t. Ask me something else, detective.” She offered, curious as to what she would ask next.

”Okay… magic. How does it work?” She asked.

”Hmm.” Dominique shook her head and laughed under her breath just a little. ”I don’t know if even Oberon’s Children know that.” She confessed. ”But I can tell you what I do know, if you want?” She offered.

”I’d like to know.” Elisa said honestly. ”And what does the faire king from Shakespeare’s play have to do with it, by the way?” She asked further, taking a bite from her plate absently.

”Oh, Oberon is very real, Elisa.” She smiled, feeling just a bit of mischief take hold of her. ”Would you believe me if I told you, that I’ve met his ex-wife?” She asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice. Internally, a part of her was telling her to stop enjoying herself quite so much in this little game she was letting herself play with the fascinating detective across from her. But another part of her told her ’where’s the harm?’.