There was an uncomfortable walk back to the Sadry residence. Lightwards entered it followed by his Warriors of Light, most of whom he directed to sleep standing on the front porch through the night. The vulture, of course, he allowed to perch on his wrist. He himself walked into the house following his new allies.
Funtimes and Traveler were already rummaging around in the bedroom. He heard Nighthound's voice coming from in there, saying "Hey, Lightwards there are hunting trophy’s back here!"
This caught his attention. Lightwards nonchalantly strode into the bedroom, which was now crowded with Epics. He was slightly taken aback by the fact that Funtimes and Traveler were holding hands in their typical teleporting position, and that Nigthound had his arm around the Doctor while smirking smugly. Traveler himself was clutching a packed travel bag. The man irritably tugged Funtimes closer to himself while glaring at the naked Epic.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Traveler informed the man briskly, replying to some query Lightwards hadn't heard. "And I know there are extenuating circumstances, but there are clothes in the closet. Please put some pants on before coming near my girlfriend."
"Yes, Nighthound, do be a dear and put on some clothes," Lightwards said with a chuckle from the doorway. He took a step closer into the room, gazing at the trio intently. "What do we have here? Are you three going somewhere? You didn't seem to invite me--and I thought we were getting along so well."
He narrowed his eyes at Traveler, whom he still regarded as the most intelligent man--apart from himself--in their strange little company. Something nagged at him whenever he thought of the ridiculous pair of Funtimes and Traveler. The Doctor couldn't possibly be as dumb as she made herself out to be, and Lightwards could tell plainly that Traveler didn't seem happy around the other two Epics. Were he and Nighthound perhaps intruding on some vague hold the teleporter had on Funtimes? Or was Traveler, like Lightwards himself, particularly cautious around other Epics?
He decided the best course of action, as always, was to be intimidatingly cool. So he picked up a portrait of a grinning buffoon posing near dead fish and a deer, displaying it into the room.
"I heard there were hunting trophies," Lightwards smiled. "Do refrain from hogging them to yourself, Traveler. I could make them so useful to us."