Dawn's money was on Michael driving Ceallach insane with scifi theory. Spike, on the other hand, reckoned on Ceallach carrying out her threat to remove Michael's eyes with a blunt instrument.
"So who's getting the exciting job of training her?"
Spike shrugged. "Wolf said he's short, hairy and has a bad temperament."
Wolf deftly removed a cudgel from Ceallach's hand as she walked by the bickering assistants and set it back on its shelf.
Dawn grinned. "I wish him luck."


Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse