"You know you cannot say a word to anyone of Mikhail's injury. It would put him in danger." He made it a statement, but she could sense his deep need to protect Mikhail. Raven liked him all the more for that, even felt a bond with him, but she sent Jacques a little frown of reprimand all the same. "You people are so arrogant. You insist on believing that because the human race does not have great telepathic abilities, we're somehow lacking in intellect. I assure you, I have a brain, and I'm perfectly capable of figuring that out all by myself." He grinned at her again. "You must make him completely crazy. The hotshot thing was great. I would be willing to bet it was the first time he was ever called that." "It's good for him. If more people gave him a little trouble, he would be more--" She hesitated, searching for the right word. She laughed softly. "He'd be more something. Amenable." "Amenable? There's a description that we can never use in the same sentence with Mikhail. None of us have ever seen him happy like this. Thank you," Jacques said softly, with some of Mikhail's Old World charm. Deliberately he drew the car into the shadows. "Be very careful tonight and tomorrow. Do not leave your room until Mikhail contacts you." Raven rolled her eyes, made a face at him. "I'll be fine." "You do not understand. If anything happened to you, we would lose him."