"Too right I did," Teige replied matter-of-factly. "I've got a deal for y--"

"No," Hawk interrupted, thrusting the now-folded atlas at Teige. "I don't want anythin' to do with demons."

Teige took the atlas wordlessly and watched Hawk stretch his damp wings. Very large, obvious, damp wings. Fanning his tailfeathers, too, as though it were the most natural and human thing in the world.

Teige leaned forward, at a loss. "Whhhhh--"

"Thanks for savin' my life," Hawk cut him off, and added, "...twice. But I'll find my own map."

Teige sat back again, for once puzzled into silence. He watched Hawk shuffle his wings for a moment, and then asked, "Why're you going north?"