"Good thing you have someone here now to wreak some mischief with." [i] He says with his same cheeky grin, exiting his armor and letting it stand near the doorway, walking over and sitting at the foot of her collapsed bed. Ian hadn't changed much in the past months, same old unruly hair with emerald green eyes and hints of gold, fingerless gloves and dog tags around his neck, trademark tank top and black jeans, the only difference is he'd actually put on a bit of muscle in the last six months or so. He was still small, being only 5'7", but his arms had gained some definition as well as his chest and back, going from skinny to a bit more filled out. [/i] "Well, if your aunt is anything like Damien and Lucien..I'm sure she's a fun person to be around."