"Pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle," Daroga says, tipping his astrakhan cap and taking Meg's hand. He glances at me. His jade eyes are boring into mine, searching for truth.
"The pleasure is mine, Monsieur," Meg says. "Erik has told me wonderful things about you."
The Daroga looks surprised. I smile at Meg. She is a sweet girl. The Daroga decides to laugh.
"Well," he says, still smiling broadly, "it is a pleasure to meet the woman who has captured Erik's heart."
Meg blushes and excuses herself to get us drinks.
"She's different, Daroga," I say testily.
He smiles, "I know."
A/N: I couldn't just leave it at that. :D I mean, really, I felt the last drabble needed closure.