"It was a gift from Dante," said Anton as he moved toward the Hotel with as quick a pace as he could manage without falling. His movement cast that morphing purple-pink-orange light across the walls and floor, from the greaves and shoulder-plates and single gauntlet still manifested.

"He felt I might be able to make better use of it." Anton lifted the gauntlet to watch the lines change colour, keeping Daisy pointed at the ground and close at his waist. "Larrikin would have appreciated someone finally getting me into pink."