Tim
Persephone watched Priam with an unimpressed smirk. "I'm starting to get the impression that you think your charming" She scoffed in a playful tone. "Besides, don't you have better things to do then chase after some neko you just met?" She tilted her head to the side, looking the young male over before giving a soft shake of her head. And as he moved closer, she held her ground, not remotely shaken by Priam's close proximity. 

"Yeah I saw them." She shrugged "But they are not my focus tonight. Why cause problem where there is no need? Perhaps you should be the one teach them a lesson rather then chasing after little ol me" She giggled before letting out a soft sigh as Priam continued his advances. And as he brushed her black hair back from her pale face, Persephone sighed "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Perseohone herself hadn't seen signs of skout. But she was wise enough to know there was no way he would let her out completely on her own. Not with her terrible track record. But still, she had yet to catch his scent on the cool night breeze. Perhaps he was also catching on. Either way, she had finished surveying the aria. It would be time to return to the inn soon enough.
Willie
Night in Cretaine was a place of chance, accidents, may they be happy or unhappy. Either way, tonight, Shillan was about to make an encounter she would probably have done sooner or later: but tonight was the night.
She was walking down the streets, as one walks from their living room to their kitchen for a midnight snack, eager to find something to do with the next hours. And she was lucky enough to find a curious scene to observe, and maybe take part in.

A pretty girl with cat ears, and an invasive boy. She listened, from afar, walking closer and closer in the shadows that the night could provide, enough to hear bits of this conversation but, eventually, Priamber that she could recognize now, would see her approach.

The jester waved at the two silhouettes and reached for them, planting herself at their side.

**"Good evening, there! Why the pout, miss?"** She asked, noting Persephone's irritated face before turning her attention to the young rogue. **"I know you."** She said, her tone being way less warm than when addressing to the woman. **"What are you doing around here? Don't you have another street to watch tonight? "**

Her tone was cold, professional. She crossed her arms, waiting for a satisfying answer. Shortly, she turned her head towards Perse, giving her an understanding whisper, almost not talking and just letting her read on her lips; *"Sorry about the boring and serious, I'm a fun person, I swear!"* It was a bit of a joke, a bit of a way to make the rogue feel like a chore: which he was, for her, as a youngster in the filthy dark ropes of Cretaine. A lost lamb to call back to reason and politeness; you can be a thief, but be a gentle one. And be sure you always smell good.
Tamatha
The young rogue had been all confidence and swagger right up until the coppery-haired tiefling made her entrance. In mere moments, his countenance darkened and he began to get shifty, his eyes glancing around as if he were expecting someone else to come out of the shadows to back up this newcomer.

It took him a moment to bolster his confidence, but soon he took a deep breath, his posture straightening as he took on an indifferent air, glancing between his former neko prey and the commanding minstrel who had interrupted him just as he'd begun to think his prey was hooked. "My crew is finished for the night," He explained casually, his eyes somewhat guiltily glancing in the direction that Persephone had seen the figures on the opposite rooftop earlier, betraying the lie. They might have finished, but he hadn't wrapped up with them yet; he had chosen to press himself upon Persephone instead.

As if even he knew his excuse wasn't good enough, he shrugged and began to back away. He paused to incline his head toward Persephone with a small, charming little smile. "Until next time, little slave kitty girl," Her bid her, and leapt across to the next balcony over with an effortless ease to begin on his way in the darkness.