Though the night in question had been thrilling, he refrained from asking in what lifetime ever had she deemed any night in which Charlie Spinnet would be appearing even bordering "good" enough to be lost. Instead, he mused, supposing he could ignore his mountain of owls to respond to, the last-minute meetings about programming switches and announcers for the matches, a quick briefing on the international news circuit, and sleep in the name of a grand time. The only problem being he had not had the time for, nor could he foresee having the time to be out and exploring the city for such an opportunity. Octavius had been in the city for over a fortnight, and meals were about the only time he had a chance to even see Istanbul, really.
"Yes, with both my infinite resources of time and winged or otherwise interesting creatures, I easily see that happening," he told her, eyebrows raised slightly and voice amused. Not too tired to smirk back at her, Octavius said, "If you were hoping for a repeat of flying beasties, I'm afraid the best I can provide is a bad-tempered camel with a penchant for excessive spitting."
Still, he took the proposal seriously now, even if only as an intellectual exercise, and thought hard. Drumming his fingers lightly along his lips, he tried to remember sights, myths, anything he'd heard in passing about the city that he hadn't had the opportunity to see for himself (which was nothing, so there should have been a lot).
"We could always steal into the Basilica Cistern," he proposed as mostly an intellectual exercise, " and splash around in ancient, muddy waters. I'll even refrain from pushing you into the ones with the fishes, if you're very, very good." He paused and considered before brightly adding, "I think they're carp."
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