A lone, dark brow lifted, "You say you're looking for a place to eat," he commented, dry humour curling into his voice, either oblivious of the passing conversation or just plain ignoring it. A slender set of digits slid into his back pocket as they walked unearthing a pack of smokes and a lighter, "Either you know something I don't," he murmured paused for a moment, to spark up, hands cupped, dull orange glow colouring his wild-dog features, contrasting with the brilliant inky shadows the tall, crooked buildings the mouth of the slums cast.<br/><br/>He glanced up, eyes sparkling with unspoken meaning. This place wasn't exactly cheery cafe territory, there were no bakeries, no cute restaurants, the best you could hope to find were corner shops selling the essentials. Besides Ryuu didn't have the look of someone that knew these areas, he looked... pampered.<br/><br/>Marco knew the kind. They were the glamour shot kind. The soft skinned, bright eyes, nails perfectly manicured and flesh meticulously cleaned kind.<br/><br/>"Or," his tone hardened, each syllable sharp and militarily formed, "You're trying to escape,"<br/><br/>A small smile pulled his lips into a fine line, brow raised, featured pulled into a child like show of amusement, the same face you'd see on a youngster teasing a cats tail, just to see what it did.<br/><br/>Let's see.<br/><br/>Let's see what he does!<br/><br/>"Why would you be doing that...." it was more of a statement than a question. A vocalised motion of thought, a ponder given physicality. Whatever it was it was cramping and set a tension to the air like in those few short sounds he'd prized open pandoras box.