Othello had kept himself occupied with his duties and taking care of Benji, he hadn't much mingled with his "friends" firstly he wasn't ready to apologize to most of them yet and none of them had approached him. But he had a reason, he had to get and stay focused on the Cambria mission. That will force Regan and Othello to have to get along for the missions sake.

Othello was bouncing Benji on his knee when Regan knocked, "Come in," he called plainly and made to stand up handing Benji off to the woman who would be watching Benji while he was gone. He kissed Benji on his head and the pair left the woman stopping long enough for Regan to say bye to Benji who did reach out for her for a hug.

The Gifted man had collected all of his gear but hadn't yet dressed out so he addressed Regan about the plan as soon as the door closed, "What is our approach ma'ma to Cambria?"

When the door opened, Regan found it both a relief and discomfort to see Othello and Benji. She couldn’t help but smile when Othello kissed his son on the head before the woman started to carry him away. It was this side of Othello she wished people got to see more often. On their way out, Regan ruffled Benjamin's hair while he giggled, turning her attention back to Othello when the door shut behind them.

“What is our approach, ma’am, to Cambria?”

Regan rolled her eyes. “So is this how it’s gonna be?” She raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms, “Or are we gonna sort this out before we start pulling Cambrians out of their beds?”

Othello looked confused, "What's there to sort ma'am? I'm the weapon and property of Nevermere, you say jump and I ask how high. I did make a mistake, I'll own up to what I did wasn't the right approach, I was only thinking about you and me and celebrating what we've accomplished nothing more but I won't make that mistake again. I'll compensate everyone at the party and I'll tell everyone I'm sorry," he looked down at Regan with his hands on his hips, it was hard but he wasn't going to get loud with her because he wasn't drunk at the moment, "So, I'm sorry to you first, I don't know what was said or what came out of my mouth I was buzzed, sloshed, and that won't happen again either."

Regan was getting frustrated. Othello’s sorry-for-himself moping act was not going to fly—nor was it where she needed him walking into Cambria. Right or wrong, Regan was reading this entire act as passive-aggressive, which made her jaw tighten before she intentionally relaxed. Deep breath.

“I’m sorry if this comes as a surprise,” Regan said, trying to keep the irritation from her voice, “But I do care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have shown up at our damn house in the first place. But you have got to think things through. You could have a career ahead of you. Benji could have opportunities far beyond anything Coheed could give him. But not if you bungle this with stupid shit like the stunt you pulled bringing hookers to a house party.” She looked at him, comedically serious.

Othello let out an exhausting exberbated whoosh of air before pushing a hand through hair showing signs of gray, "you said our house," he turned away he didn't want her to see that her little comment had touched him a little, was this what having a heart meant? Goddess he hated it. However he couldn't stubbornly say she didn't care.

"I'll tighten up Regan, next time I'll just cook you dinner," he admitted turning around to face her again the edges of his hardheadedness softening, "idle hands make for stupid mistakes...it won't happen again."

Our house. Yes, it was a slip of the tongue, but one that betrayed her. She smirked reluctantly, shaking her head and sighing.

“I’ll make it. You’re a terrible cook.” Regan was glad to have that matter smoothed over—for a variety of reasons. It felt shitty to have Othello and her at odds. It also was not ideal to have your partner glaring at you while you headed into a covert operation.

“I got something for you…” Regan reached into her bag and took out three vials that were bound together by leather. “Transfiguration potion—more than enough to keep you disguised for our stay. That shit’s hard to come by, so don’t go losing it. And...try to behave yourself.” When Othello drank it, he’d find himself transformed into a witch who’d happily sacrificed her toenails to serve her kingdom. Othello would be a woman—tall and muscular, a capable witch of Nevermere…or so he would appear.

Othello took the vials and walked to his gear, "You liked my plan, good its a good one," he surveyed his things and questions were coming, "Do I need all this armor? I mean are they," he made very over the top gestures for breasts and his backside, "huge assets? Will I sound like whoever? What about my collar?"

“We’ll have to hide your collar. Scarf. Jacket. It’ll be uncomfortable, but it’s what it’s got to be,” Regan said, assuming a more business-like tone, “As for your…armor fitting…” She smirked, “Let’s get that taken care of the afternoon. We’ll arrive in Cambria just after dusk, so it’ll help stretch your potion.”

She sighed.

“Ready?”

"She's got big tits, I knew it," Othello giggled and looked at his packed things, "I'm pack, so I'm ready yes, just let me know when we need to go...I gotta go see someone first, just in case you know," he hoped he didn't have explain what he meant but it was two chaotic creatures about to embark on a retrieval mission, his track record for retrieving was sour when he looked back at the Lorendale one where he beat the shit out of his cousin and fled to Coheed. Regan's debacle at the docks in Coheed...they needed redeemed. The person he needed to see was someone he had been avoiding since they both touched on uncharted waters it seemed, they had both been avoiding each other and if he was going to Cambria he needed her to know where he stood...

Regan rolled her eyes. Othello would always be, well, Othello, but so long has his admittedly endearing crudeness was kept between them and not put on public display, Regan would allow it.

“Make all those Cambrians crazy, no doubt,” She shook her head. It took a moment for the last bit of what he had to say to hit. But when Regan fully processed it, her eyebrows raised all the way to her forehead and a conspiratorial smile pulled wide across her face.

“Oh reaaaaally? And who might this be?”

"@elletta," Othello admitted without a second thought or hesitation, he even sounded quite proud as he kicked at the stone floor, "It's new so we're not even officially like a item...but hey, she's cool and she likes me back and word is bond."

Elletta Haider. Regan supposed it wasn’t the most surprising name he could have uttered. Elletta had stayed to care for him at the party, and didn’t seem like the kind of girl to be scared off by a Coheedsman. Regan was glad. She smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her features.

“Good. Whatever it is…good for you.”

Othello ruffled her hair gingerly chuckling on the border of a giggle, "I know kid your old man has game, but seriously," he got comically serious as he moved toward the door, "find me when it's time to go, daddy has a girl to kiss."

(Exit Othello)