It was just possible that I had understated how unsettling a malk sounds when it speaks. I'd clearly been hanging around creepy things for way too long.
"Take it easy," I said, holding a hand out to Thomas. "This is Cat Sith."
Molly made a sputtering noise.
I gave her a quelling glance and said to Thomas, "He's working with me."
Cat Sith came to the edge of the shadows so that his silhouette could be seen. His eyes reflected the light from the almost entirely curtained windows. "Sir Knight. How may I assist you?"
"Empty night, it talks," Thomas breathed.
"How?" Molly asked. "The threshold here is solid. How did it just come in like that?"
Which was a reasonable question, given that Molly didn't know about my former cleaning service and how it had interacted with my old apartment's threshold. "Beings out of Faerie don't necessarily need to be invited over a threshold," I said. "If they're benevolent to the inhabitants of the house, they can pretty much come right in."
"Wait," Thomas said. "These freaks can walk in and out whenever they want? Pop in directly from the Nevernever? And you didn't tell us about it?"
"Only if their intentions are benign," I said. "Cat Sith came here to assist me, and by extension you. As long as he's here, he's . . ." I frowned and looked at the malk. "Help me find the correct way to explain this to him?"
Sith directed his eyes to Thomas and said, "While I am here, I am bound by the same traditions as would apply were I your invited guest," he said. "I will offer no harm to anyone you have accepted into your home, nor take any action which would be considered untoward for a guest. I will report nothing of what I see and hear in this place, and make every effort to aid and assist your household and other guests while I remain."
I blinked several times. I had expected Sith to hit me with a big old snark-club rather than actually answering the question-much less answering it in such detail. But that made sense. The obligations of guest and host were almost holy in the supernatural world. If Sith truly did regard that kind of courtesy as the obligation of a guest, he would have little choice but to live up to it.
Thomas seemed to digest that for a few moments and then grunted. "I suppose I am obliged to comport myself as a proper host, then."
"Say instead that I am under no obligation to allow myself to be harmed, or to remain and give my aid, if you behave in any other fashion," Sith corrected him. "If you began shooting at me with that weapon, for example, I would depart without doing harm, and only then would I hunt you, catch you outside the protection of your threshold, and kill you in order to discourage such behavior from others in the future."
Thomas looked like he was about to talk some smack at the malk, but only for a second. Then he frowned and said, "It's odd. You sound like . . . like a grade-school teacher."
"Perhaps it is because I am speaking to a child," Cat Sith said. "The comparison is apt."
Thomas blinked several times and then looked at me. "Did the evil kitty just call me a child?"
"I don't think he's evil so much as hyperviolent and easily bored," I said. "And you started it. You called him a freak."
My brother pursed his lips and frowned. "I did, didn't I?" He turned to Cat Sith and set his gun aside. "Cat Sith, the remark was not directed specifically at you or meant to insult you, but I acknowledge that I have given offense, and recognize that the slight puts me in your debt. Please accept my apologies, and feel free to ask a commensurate service of me should you ever have need of it, to balance the scales."
Cat Sith stared at Thomas for a moment, and then inclined his head. "Even children can learn manners. Done. Until such time as I have need of you, I regard the matter as settled, Thomas Raith."
"You know him?" I asked.
"And your apprentice, Molly Carpenter," Sith said, his voice impatient, "as well as the rest of your frequent associates. May I suggest that you get on with the business at hand, Sir Knight? Tempus fugit."
One of Winter's most dangerous creatures-most dangerous hunters-knew all about my friends. That was something that a smart man would be concerned about. I reminded myself that just because someone is courteous, it does not necessarily mean that they aren't planning to vivisect you. It just means that they'll ask whether the ropes holding you down are comfortable before they pick up the scalpel. Cat Sith might be an ally, for the moment, but he was not my friend.
"In a few minutes, we're going to be leaving," I said. "I've got a hunch that we'll be under observation, and I don't want that. I want you to distract anyone who has us under direct surveillance."
"With pleasure."
"Without killing them or causing significant bodily harm," I said. "For all I know there's a cop or a PI watching the place. So nothing permanent."
Cat Sith narrowed his eyes. His tail twitched to one side, but he said nothing.
"Think of it as a compliment," I suggested. "Any idiot could murder them. What I ask is far more difficult, as befits your station."
His tail twitched the other way. He said nothing.
"After that," I said, "I want you to get word to the Summer Lady. I want a meeting."
"Uh, what?" Thomas said.
"Is that a good idea?" Molly asked at the same time.
I waved a hand at both of them, and kept talking to Sith. "Tell her it's got to happen before noon. Can you contact her?"
"Of course, Sir Knight," said Sith. "She will wish to know the reason for such a meeting."
"Tell her that I'd prefer not to kill her Knight, and I'd like to discuss how best to avoid it. Tell her that I'll meet her wherever she pleases, if she promises me safe conduct. Bring me her answer."
Sith eyed me, then said, "Such a course is unwise."
"I'm not asking you to do it. What do you care?"
"The Queen may be less than pleased with me if I break her newest toy before she's gotten sufficient use from it."
"Gosh," I said.
Sith flicked an ear and managed to do it contemptuously. "I will bear this message, Sir Knight. And I will . . . distract . . . those who hunt you. When will you be departing?"
Behind me, Thomas's phone began to ring.
"Tell you in a second," I said. I answered the phone. "Go for Doughnut Boy."
A woman with a voice cold enough to merit the use of the Kelvin scale spat, "He will meet you. Accorded Neutral Ground. Ten minutes."