Reynard took a shower, chuckling to himself.
How easy it was to seduce the boy. All it took was a touch, a whisper, and a bit of force on his part, and Scott was putty in his hands. Reynard noticed that the boy had cleaned up after himself, though Reynard couldn’t have done the same. In the old days, he would be afraid.
But this was the 21st century, not the 17th, and such spells were so passe’. The Technomancers taught spells against use of bodily fluids during his 8th degree – and he doubted Grimaulkin even could have even gotten past the 2nd degree, nevermind the 13th, the single step before Master Archmage.
He stepped out of the shower, letting the air dry him as he walked naked through the apartment. He walked downstairs to the front door, made sure it was locked. He opened the alarm panel, and placed the tip of his ring finger from his right hand on the single button there.
Everything plunged into darkness.
“0, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1.”
In front of the door was a curtain of blue binary, constantly moving. It spread across the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. The boy and Grimaulkin could try and use his bodily fluids against him, but they would run into this shield – which would bounce it back on them easily.
Once the alarm was set, nothing could get in without him knowing.
He padded through the glowing apartment to his workshop. The guns sat there, on the desk. They were ready for Fold to take and use. He patted the box.
They were ready for what these particular pistols were made for.