"My coven," Desmond says, with a gloomy resignation that's at least a distraction from his paranoia. If Ghoul didn't already assume he was Circle Daybreak before, the introductions gave that much away. He lets his gaze focus back to Ghoul, rubbing absently at the tattoo wrapped around his forearm in a vain attempt to get the glitter off. The gilding does a fairly good job of covering the scars on him, but the witch who cast the glamour wasn't very good at it, so the faint lines still show through.

"At least we won't be competing wearing these." Maybe. hopefully.