Waylon walked alongside Cassandra as they made their way through the town to her Tutor's house. "Dad, are you sure you don't need any help? You haven't been eating much lately." Cassandra commented.

"It's nothing... Sore stomach..."

"Anything to do with that nick in your scales?" she asked, staring at a scrape on the back of his hand, they both knew that it would have taken a very, very strong attack to do that kind of damage.

"I told you-"

"And I didn't believe you." she pouted. She then folded her arms and stared him in the face.

"Go on." he said to her, scratching his head. He then pointed to the door. She walked towards it, but turned back long enough to shake her head, before walking inside. "Great..." he sighed, before walking away, now he had to deal with her being annoyed at him. He began to make his way over to Selina's place, he was sure that whatever she had planned, it was going to be big.