Theo's office was dimly lit, the lamp on his desk the sole light source. He hadn't stood up to switch on the overheads when dark had fallen, and he'd had a raven tap-tap-tapping at his windowsill earlier, so he wasn't all that invested in a brightly lit office.
The call was a surprise, as his phone vibrated across his desk and onto the notebook he was working on. The call was welcome and unwelcome, a break from the runes floating past his eyes and the annoyance of a late call. Setting down his pen, he carefully pushed the book he'd brought up from the archives to do some good old-fashioned research.
Picking up the phone, he saw it was the Kuryakin werewolf, the Englishman frowning fiercely as he wondered
what now. He pressed the green button, lifting the phone to his ear to find out what on earth was going on.
"Kuryakin. Did you find another stray?"
The gruff question made it clear that Theo was not in the mood for a casual chat, but Kuryakin hadn't struck him as someone who'd call for that. He'd directed enough strays the Exchange's way that told of someone who both avoided them and knew the role they had in the city.