Havelock's continuing lack of bloody death is marginally reassuring.

It's also good in a way he had not anticipated. He'd never thought of himself as a thrillseeker, given that his day job involves death-defying acts every night, but he's beginning to think it might be a character flaw.

His head tilts just a little so Puck doesn't have to crane too hard.

It may be the closest the faerie will ever get to written permission.