The corner of Isaiah's mouth twitched into a smirk. Lies, she was practically spoon feeding them to him. He knew the smell of blood resulting from murder as well as he knew the blades he himself used to bring it out. And her, a whore? He knew that was a lie as well. The whores would often wear over-powering perfumes to seduce men, while this girl had the scent of a killer. Isaiah trusted his nose above all of his other senses.<br/><br/>He could detect some smell on her that seemed vaguely like a perfume, but sickening somehow. It was probably a poison, but he didn't recognize it. He might actually have to be careful here. Besides the threat of poison, he'd also have to be wary of the woman possibly seducing him. While he wasn't much turned on by whores, the smell of blood affected him... differently than most people.<br/><br/>Isaiah was blood thirsty, but not an idiot. He knew his chances of survival would diminish if he followed this woman. Mostly because she was clearly more intelligent than your average Templar. Still though, that only increased the possibility that she might have valuable information. When she offered him a place to 'have a good time', he actually followed her. At this point, they were two people of opposite allegiance, sex, and ideals. But going into the brothel, they both had pretty much the same goal: get information out of the other, possibly through seduction, then kill them.<br/><br/>Well this would be very interesting.<br/><br/>The lights were dim inside the brothel. There were many couches where men sat, surrounded by women in vulgar clothing. There was a bar with vulgarly dressed waitresses causing the men to get drunk, and an ominous staircase leading up to what was probably bedrooms. Isaiah was pretty disgusted at this point. He was surrounded by the three things his reactions were the worst to: alcohol, potential sex, and a woman that smelled like murder. This would be interesting.