"An old friend? Old Jaque has friends in the imperial capital? Seems like he had quite the reputation before retiring," John remarked with a grin.
"Could it be… a female friend?" he added, snickering. "Don't be fooled by his appearance—back in Winterhold, old Jaque was incredibly popular with mature ladies."
A hint of amusement flickered across Celia's lips. "Are you implying he's an old lecher?"
"Not implying—stating as fact!" John declared. "But don't worry, from my observations, old Jaque is only interested in ultra-mature big sisters over fifty."
Ahem.
Kadora cleared his throat awkwardly. "John… old Jaque is standing right behind you."
What?!
John spun around—and came face-to-face with old Jaque's impassive gaze.
"When did you get here? You didn't make a sound!"
"Just like this," Jaque replied calmly. He nodded politely to Celia, grabbed John by the collar, and rose silently into the sky—just as mysteriously as he had appeared.
