“No...it does not. I got out of my way to avoid it. It is situations like this that I do not over look the route that causes me grief.”<br/><br/>He spoke softly as they walked, but he was by no means unaware. He scanned every shadow and now scented any alley for fresh blood so they could avoid it. All the dead bodies they left behind would cause some sort of a scene tomorrow. He was lucky there was no one who had seen, he'd hate to have more blood on his hands tonight.<br/><br/>“I just try and blend into the shadows. I want to live...that is all.”<br/><br/>He sighed as they turned the corner and got to the block her hotel was one. She'd be able to see it from the corner they stopped on.<br/><br/>“I can turn back here if you would like. I don't need to be walking in with you like this...I won't bother you again that I promise.”<br/><br/>He looked a little defeated. He expected a simple walk, perhaps an invite for coffee tomorrow and maybe even a friend out of this. Now he was glad she didn't try to stab him with a nail file and run calling for help.<br/><br/>“I will just make sure you get to the door safe and then that is all.”<br/><br/>He nodded and didn't move from the corner where they could see her hotel. She was just a little dirty but for the most part okay, he was the one covered in blood with a torn suit. She would be able to weave what ever story she wanted to cover this up and forget about this night. At least he hoped she did. He felt really bad for tonight, where other men would thrive that they were able to fight like that he was embarrassed.