One of the rabbits hopped onto the table, its nose twitching as it investigated the wine goblets with obvious curiosity.
Death watched it with mild interest, his burning eye sockets tracking the creature's movements.
"What do you want to do with Stella's bunnies?" He inquired, perceiving the situation as more entertaining than Draven presently did.
"Leave them," Draven replied tiredly, settling back into his chair with a defeated slump.
"They're harmless, and honestly, having cute rabbits hopping around might improve the domain's atmosphere compared to my usual brooding."
Death resumed his own seat, reaching for his wine goblet despite the rabbit now sitting directly in his path. "So what's the plan? Tell Jack about Stella before she can reveal herself, or wait and hope she loses interest before making her move?"
