Affection flickers at Layla's end of the tether, mothwing-light, and she gives him a quick smile. "Don't be. I'd love to hear all about it. Just in a little bit."

She opens the cupboard and stretches up to pull down a mug, then looks back over her shoulder at Steven, eyebrows raised in clear question: tea?

"Tactically, it's definitely a good idea. We should at least work on refining our ability to find each other. --Do the books say anything about control?"