Michael frowned at the endearment, but didn't answer anything to Kersen's concern, locking up behind him instead. He wasn't exactly diurnal, either; he was whatever he needed to be for Cesare Borgia, at any given moment. That included sleepless nights on a regular basis; the three hours' sleep he had got before Kersen's phone call would be more than enough to carry him through the day.
"What are the news?" he asked, moving back towards the coffee pot.
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Date: 2016-02-12 02:30 am (UTC)"What are the news?" he asked, moving back towards the coffee pot.