Armand takes the book, and moves off without a glance, without any further outward sign. His book has already been purchased, so he can drift through the remaining crowd, past the skeptic, and out into the evening street.
The couple he had identified emerge not long after. 'All done?' 'Yep. He's so funny.' 'He's a con artist.' 'Oh, who isn't.' They walk off, his arm around her shoulders, their conversation moving to dinner, to a bar he wants to try. The incredible amount of frivolity that mortals fill their tiny little lives with.
He drifts further down the street, doesn't pursue, lingering. Tracking two individuals in a city like New York's, barely knowing their minds, their scents, would make for an interesting challenge. Instead, he flips open the book to take note of all that writing he received.
As he does so, he says out loud, "I suppose you avoid draining those who attend your events," at a normal speaking voice. If Daniel chooses to, he can hear it. "Even if they're rude."
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Armand takes the book, and moves off without a glance, without any further outward sign. His book has already been purchased, so he can drift through the remaining crowd, past the skeptic, and out into the evening street.
The couple he had identified emerge not long after. 'All done?' 'Yep. He's so funny.' 'He's a con artist.' 'Oh, who isn't.' They walk off, his arm around her shoulders, their conversation moving to dinner, to a bar he wants to try. The incredible amount of frivolity that mortals fill their tiny little lives with.
He drifts further down the street, doesn't pursue, lingering. Tracking two individuals in a city like New York's, barely knowing their minds, their scents, would make for an interesting challenge. Instead, he flips open the book to take note of all that writing he received.
As he does so, he says out loud, "I suppose you avoid draining those who attend your events," at a normal speaking voice. If Daniel chooses to, he can hear it. "Even if they're rude."