"This is your home," Poe agreed, as if she could read her mind. He couldn't. He would have said the same thing even if she didn't feel that way. As far as he was concerned, this was, would be, and always had been her home.

"But you're wrong about it being interesting." He twirled the umbrella in one hand and then turned around to yell a booming "Beebee!" down into the corridor. A second later the massive dog appeared, slobbering excitedly as it ran up to Poe, and by the time he reached the man he was small enough to leap into Poe's arm. Lapdog. The mortals wouldn't notice that sometimes it looked like it had extra heads - they never noticed those sorts of things.

"Alright, let's see how London looks these days." He pulled Beebee up against his chest, kissed the dog's head, and then started up the stairs.