“I always wanted to have a beat down scene in a cellar,” he admitted once they had stepped back out of his door of mystery. Open it and find a different random fucking street than last time. But that was the magic, right? It was technically a line, connected through the world, and the same enchantment of the bar that had it changing its interface on a whim was the same that punted them out into the streets of London, where the really early hours of the morning were greeting them. This was the real way to beat jet lag. Find a ley line and travel that instead of hopping on an airplane. “So thank you for allowing me to have that,” he finished with a bit of a snicker, his hand squeezing hers. “So did you grow up here?”<br/><br/><br/>He doubted it. Even those native born to the UK who had moved overseas still clung to some semblance of an accent, and Nora didn’t sound like a Brit. He imagined that the woman that they were visiting had moved here for the man that Nora kept referencing. Letting her take the lead, since she appeared to know where they were going, he instead turned his quiet musings down to the hand that he held, all the way up to the face that it was attached to, his stare turning contemplative.<br/><br/><br/>“What are you afraid of?” He asked the question suddenly, grip tightening. Because the answer wasn’t him, despite the fact that he was damn sure she had felt underneath the surface and at least had an idea that the skin suit was just for show. “You’re afraid of losing again,” he answered for her, just as suddenly, his head tilting back on straight as they approached their destination, leaving neither of them with much time to ponder on what he had just said.<br/><br/><br/>Once inside the building, he let his eyes wander while his feet stood still, their bright stare taking in what he could only imagine was the headquarters of the thing she called The Society. His lips pursed in thought, barely paying attention to the conversation that Nora had with the guard that manned the front desk.<br/><br/><br/>He had even released her hand, wandering a few paces out with his hands burying into his suit pockets, when he sensed the man before he spoke. He turned just as sharply as Nora had spun, eyes narrowing on the being that now stood in front of them.<br/><br/><br/>“Oh. It’s a demon,” Pace commented in a droll voice, his upper lip curling in a look that suggested a canine baring its teeth to something that it didn’t care for. Notice that he didn’t move his hands from his pockets and instead raked the other man with a look. The demon would know, but Nora might only pick up the residue of what he did. Like a strip search, his eyes looked to what was underneath the surface of a bespectacled man, so that he could better assess what his would-be ally on their heist would be. “Why don’t you tell me what I am?”<br/><br/><br/>He could have been less snide, maybe, but somehow he just couldn’t help himself. Putting on a falsely benevolent smile, the glowing set of eyes finished their invasion of the demon’s privacy and lifted back up to meet the other man’s stare head on. “So. What’s the Society?” He chimed up casually. “Might as well get some insight while we wait for who we’re really here to see.” As he edged closer toward Nora, until he was a looming presence just behind her.