"Good," Anael stated with a soft smile. His gaze was drawn to a clock on the wall, and he frowned slightly. Time passed by so quickly, he found. "I'm sorry, but I ought to go." There was a flyer in his pocket, one Coby had left on his door, to let him know when his next concert was; in twenty minutes, on the other side of London. Anael had every intention of flying there.