"The Detente isn't the thing with Nixon and Brezhnev," Gray piped in. "I already asked."

No one else had thought that, but they didn't say that.

"Miss Finch," Konnar said, almost gentle, "I just want to point out that we are in a different universe. And I think I speak for everyone here when I say that none of us want to go to your universe." A beat, and then added as an afterthought, "No offense meant."

"I could go there," Gray muttered.

"Please do not," Alastair said.

"Oh, what are they gonna do? Stab me? They probably don't even have celestial steel."

"'Probably' is doing a concerning amount of lifting there."

"Furthermore," Konnar continued, pretending he couldn't tell when the brothers were having a mind-to-mind conversation by now, "Bellamy does not generally issue repeat performances, so I wouldn't worry overmuch about him and your...Grimm."

"She was fancy, though," Raiden pointed out.

"So I'll tell him not to," Alastair said, unconcerned by Grimm's fanciness.