[Pan shifted to make room for her in the window, aware he could grab her and probably pitch them both out of it. Wouldn't that just be exciting? She would probably harpy scream again, and the only reason that he didn't go through with it was because he wasn't certain how his sire would decide to discipline him over the matter. He was still feeling the older man out.

It was just too bad that she was woefully easy to get a rise out of. It might have even been boring if she just wasn't so darn expressive about whatever it was that he happened to be poking at her.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as if he were being nothing more than brotherly to her.] Relax, you always get so worked up over something trivial! You know that kind of panicking will be the death of you someday, right?

[Instead, with a flick of his fingers, he produced a neatly folded slip of paper from his sleeve and dangled it out before them.] I have it right here.