Galin

Galin knows it's his turn and he isn't having any part of it. He makes no bones about making it clear to Boss either that he both knows what he is up to and isn't going to cooperate. He doesn't now or ever want a wife. "This boy you are going to protect is somewhat of a problem child. He has had a great deal thrown at him, but---" "Boy?" Boss nodded and frowned. "No, I'm sorry, but it should be a woman, not a boy. I'm not...you're going to assign me my wife to care for. I don't want one, but I know it should be female. What is this about?" He pushed the file back at Michael. "You want a wife? It was my understanding that you have no wish to be wed. Am I correct on that?" Galin nodded and looked at the file with the picture of a young boy on it. He appeared to be in his early teens maybe, but he wasn't much older than that. "Galin? Do you wish for me to reassign you? Do you have no desire to help this young man?" "I thought I was going into the rotation to find me a wife. The way that you did for Riss and Agon." He looked up at Boss and Michael, who had summoned him today. "I had thought that the Mystic's were a way for you to get rid of us all, and marrying us off was better than having us die. I'm...I'm not sure what's going on now." Dusty McGee has just lost her sister to horrific accident and finds herself saddled with a very angry young nephew to raise. Now, some self-proclaimed protector, Galin, tells her that although he doesn't want to marry her he would very much like to take her to his bed. She's had about all that she can stand. Markum has set his sights on taking the boy to his realm, convinced this is the alleged boy the demons have been searching for, and Dusty is an added bonus...