"What happened to you?" Lucien straightened in his chair, alarm filling his gaze. Jonathan had just entered Lucien's study and gingerly touched his jaw. By the feel of it, he was going to bruise.

"I may have had a tussle with one of the other guests."

"Oh?"

"Nothing serious," Jonathan said with a wry grin.

"Nothing serious? You're turning blue on the chin."

"I may have been teaching a certain little sprite to defend herself. She may have gotten the ...