Pace knew that it had been a good idea to bring the witch along for the ride. Not to mention, if she was going to play along with the errand girl narrative they had established as her get out of jail narrative, he needed to see for himself what she could stand up to. Mr. Chen the businessman was supposed to be easy. Like all things in this particular line of business -- sometimes the easy ones turned out to be slightly more complicated than they were meant to be.<br/><br/><br/>Case in point, the snarling monster that possessed the man that Pace knocked out and an illegal gambling den in Hong Kong City needing their memories changed so that this didn’t end up in a newspaper tabloid somewhere. Or, worse, on some sort of supernatural blog page so the nerds on the Internet had something new to obsess over other than starting a rave party at Area 51.<br/><br/><br/>Slinging the much shorter man over his shoulder like he was dragging someone out in a drunken stupor, Pace turned a charmed smile on the poor card dealer at their table, dug around in his pocket, and slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table while mouthing, Sorry. The man was at least discreet in taking the bill and tucking it in his breast pocket.<br/><br/><br/>“I’m better at being the muscle,” Pace admitted, walking -- dragging -- the hapless Chen towards the exit now that his witch’s glamour was taking effect and the others were turning back to their own exploits and alcohol. The fact that their evening was being cut short seemed to disappoint the Guardian, though, as he tossed a wayward look behind him before switching his stare down to Nora, winking. “So much for our hot night on the town, eh, babes?”<br/><br/><br/>He shifted once they stepped back out into the crowded street so that the man was half dangling against his side and so he was mostly carrying him like a baby against his side. “I was going to do a strip search once we’re back inside the bar to see if he happened to have it on him, but I have a feeling we’re going to need to scry for it. The strip search was just going to be for fun, though…” He cast a sidelong look down to Nora. “He’s not really my type,” he finished with a wink, then focused on weaving them through the crowded side streets of Hong Kong, back the way they had come. “What do you think? We can drop Chen off in my dungeon, then head back out and do a little scrying over a drink? We can even take him with us.”<br/><br/><br/>They were almost there and the man was showing no signs of waking up any time soon. He cocked his head at her as he dodged a boy on a bicycle who was hauling a little carriage of two other people behind them, his free arm sweeping up to keep her from stepping in front of it. “...Though calling a friend does sound like it would be interesting,” he commented with a salacious grin.