She may have been intentionally keeping her distance, but Courfeyrac did not seem to notice. Instead, he closed the gap between them and affectionately wrapped his arms around her, signaling that he had already forgiven her for fussing with his nose. He took comfort in her closeness and even more so by the brotherly affection he felt for her. She was like the little sister he'd never had, the littlest in his collection of sisters.

"Actually, I found the evening to be incredibly productive, broken nose aside." The issues between himself and the others of the ABC had been cleared, and as far as Courfeyrac was concerned, all was now well between them. It was funny what good a little fist fight could do.