Aw, don't act like you're not happy to see me.

[Cayde full-on swaggers up to the foot of the table and stands there, hands on his hips and everything. If his facial expressions could stretch to 'smug satisfaction' that's what the look on his face would be right now, but he settles for slightly narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow.]

I mean, I could always leave. Pretty sure there's a Fallen pack holed up not too far from here.