Raziel was starring out towards the grand city of London, regardless of what Isabella thought he did so love the night lights of a city, how they dazzled and flickered in the dark shades of the still active city. A released sigh and a light smile he kept his mask firm against his consealed identity even to Isabella. "The kill tonight...." His tone of voice went down to whispering but it still kept that calming sensational voice.<br/><br/>"Is the Earl of Denmark, he is the gentalman making a speech tonight for the Queen and her apprasal of the crown." His sights motioned to the old looking chap that was sitting in his seat watching the dances continue. "We have two options, option one. We can butter him up to the point of fair trust, then merely poison his drink with the rat poison found within the kitchens." A perked brow came across his facial expression at the prospect.<br/><br/>"Or we make a public killing, a murder him as he makes his speech, again make-shift peircing objects can be found within the kitchen, so either way one of us will have to make a move whilst the other keeps eyes on the Earl."<br/><br/>He awaited her responce, but still it felt good to think these situatoins over, which was more fun quiet and deadly or loud and proud.