"And you'd never want to leave me either, would you? My boy." Not his good boy though, not today. Lazar sighed, getting up and lightly kicking the side of Raphael's face with his foot. "He started looking for you. The younger brother. The tall one." He was blanking on the name. Aleister always just used nicknames for them, it got confusing.

"He's started thinking that you're alive. That you might need rescuing, even. What do you think of that?"