Armas nodded slowly in agreement, regaining his cool. "Naturally," he sighed, opening his eyes as he cast his stare down unto the floor. " She's not much for screaming, though, but a yell. I can agree with on, not that it matters. There were other methods," he took him, trying to pass over the subject quickly.<br/><br/>"And of course not, no human owns my heart just as no wish witch binds my soul." He retorted, but then took at the bathroom door, "So no, I'm not jealous," he lied, but he moved away before that last of the conversation could be pursued.<br/><br/>When Lance drew his land to his pocket, Armas was eagerly watching him. A criminal...? " Why would he go so low as to thieve from his own kind?" He questioned, a little irritated to hear some dumb incubi might to mess with his town and steal his yearly offering. " I'll be sure to keep in touch," he muttered, reaching for the flier.