"We absolutely can, of course," Krem said with a nod. He collected Aggie's cup and put it into the kitchen to be dealt with later, then collected his wallet and shoes at the door, smiling at her. There was a thread of excitement in him, mostly for Aggie, but for himself as well. It was different than the tattoo, which had been healing for him. This was a just because, a solidarity, a something else and a change. He rather liked that.

"Let's go stick ourselves full of holes, shall we?"