David had been sweeping through the Green, skirting the edge of the apparently-new tower (where had that come from? Bet it was the bloody Arcana, making more ridiculous building appear).

He did his best to sweep, despite travel-worn clothing and a dirt-smeared visage. Left to his own devices, he would have introduced to the Deck as a carefully-tailored, polite, icy, menace.

Fuck shit damn.

At least he kept his back straight, chin high, smooth mask in place. Had to be Ethan. Of course it fucking had to be Ethan.

Turning on his heel in a sweeping motion to face the boy was the best he could do for it. "You rang?"