“So good of you to join us,” Clark said.
“It was bound to happen eventually,” Lucian answered, watching Shea take his chair.
“Yes. But before we gave up the last hope of being fed,” Clark said with a mock sigh. “You’re going soft in your old age.”
“Undoubtedly following your example.” Lucian smiled at Clark without mirth.
Clark snorted. “Good to see you, Shea. Have you met my professor?”
Shea smiled at Daniel. “No, but I’ve heard of you. I’m Shea Ollivander, sir.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “I hope they didn’t take my name in vain, though if you’re calling me ‘sir,’ they probably started in the right direction.”
“I would never be so foolish as to take the wrong direction with you, Sir,” Clark said, the capital letter obvious to Lucian’s ears, and the staff began serving the first cou
