"Yet you sounded very serious for it being a joke." Odysseus answered, he actually was not terribly sure why that had bothered him so much,  probably because that "joke" had implied that he was a rather cruel man and it was something that bothered his mind sometimes. Her squestions brought him out of the darker thought path that he was going to dive into, his line of work rarely ever leave someone without scars, were they on inside or the outside and visible. "Hm? Yes. I do live somewhere, though I would like not to talk about the location out loud, at least in public. Though I will share that I believe it will be acceptable, if a bit sparse. Good size for an apartment, we won't be bothering each other or anyone else for the matter, good soundproofing."<br/><br/>As he was talking he wasn't looking at Lydia, his eyes looking out for any danger or signs that were being followed and yet he found nothing, they weren't really that visualy magnetic in the middle of the night, with how they looked, most would probably think them as going home "early" from one club or other. Though the duffel bag might break that illusion a bit. "I can't really answer you that, as for me it is my house that is better, but in your eyes it could look terrible." he responded. They had finally reached the club by that time. Odysseus pulled Lydia on the other side of the road, as if it was in their route, which was true. He wouldn't like for the bouncer outside the club or any curious eyes to see them together from close enough that it would be easy to recognise them. After that it wasn't long to reach where his car was. He had put it after a turn, so that he wouldn't be seen going into it.<br/><br/>He motioned for Lydia to wait. "Give me a minute." he said to her and slowly went closer to the car. A cursory look told him that there was no damage to the car, though he kept a bit away. Odysseus dropped on fours, he had put a bit of money to raise the low car a bit higher, so that if there had been something put under it he would surely see it. He craned his neck, low enough to look under the car, this time his gaze slow and purposeful. He had lost a friend by a bomb like that, so that bit of paranoia was deeply ingrained in him. When he was sure that the car had been untappered with in such a way he got back up and pulled out his key and pressed the button to unlock the car, the lights flashed with nothing interesting happening. Odysseus walked to the passenger door and opened it for Lydia, then without waiting he got into the car in the driver's side. He put the key in the ignition and the seatbelt on. "If you want to put the duffel bag in the back you can do so." he informed Lydia. He turned on the car, his left leg on the clutch, turning the key in the ignition and putting the car into first gear. He was now waiting for Lydia to get situated herself and put her seatbelt on.