Phoenix shrugs, "An' I've told mine..so, guess that's it for the night?" She sips at her whiskey before adding, "Unless the stupid dragon comes back, anyways." Whitefur nods in agreement, finishing off his tea and then goes about cleaning his whiskers. "I guess so." Raeft laughs, leaning back and steepling his fingers. "And what, pray tell, am I, in all of this? Though it may be late and it can wait..." A sparkle burns from the Incubus' eye as he rocks in a chair which, inexplicably, is not a rocking chair. (His tail on the ground, pushing forward and back, seems to aid the smooth motion.)