War? Hard to imagine, between humans and fairies—youkai, rather. That pet name was seeming less and less appropriate.

"Mm. Magic was always 'ill' in my world. A few exceptions, I suppose. Merlin was a decent enough sort. But as for your everyday, garden variety man? Out of the question."

He laughed. "Well, no one has definitively tested me not to be an oracle. Instinct, I suppose." He took some taffy. He found it funny that her solemn sister did seem to live up, now and again, to Koishi's lauds, but only where none could see. "Thank you."

He chewed thoughtfully. For all Ted knew, this might be his last supper. Dracula didn't seem the type to let his prized possession go without some sort of explosive climax. This was all for his amusement, after all. It's too bad; this room seemed ideal for a nap, if he could only chance it in an evil castle. Still, Ted wouldn't mind waiting for a while. Somehow, he knew that the right time to depart would come to him. Probably through the explicit prodding of his partner.