Just after lunchtime, Casamir comes walking up to the garden gate, a dozen red roses in arm, as well as a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates. He looks rather apologetic, but still manages to marvel at his sunlight ring. "Johannes? May I speak with you? I'm worried there's been a misunderstanding, and I'm worried about you.."
Cabal visibly tensed at the voice. No, there was no way he’d show up… He cursed and stood up, opening the front door. His gun was in his hand, the wards around the house re-strengthened by the necromancer not too long before.
"A misunderstanding?” He raised a brow at the roses, wine, and chocolates, but otherwise said nothing about them. “What about this can be misunderstood?”