It was almost a challenge for Tristram to keep up with the stranger, and at one point in a park like area, he almost ran right into him as the other suddenly turned around. Not quite literally run into him persay, but rather get too close, as he was still at least ten feet behind the guy when he made his u-turn. Tristram frowns slightly, wondering what he was doing, why he was doing this. Was it right to be stalking people like this? Like they were criminals? He quickly shakes his head, clearing his mind of such petty thoughts, this was what he had to do, to make sure this guy wasn't trouble. Whether he felt it was right or not.<br/><br/>And so, the pursuit continued, moving out of the park and onto the next street. They were coming up to a busier part of the area, and what the guy did next almost had Tristram yell out in concern. The guy suddenly crosses the street with no concern to the signals or cars that might be coming. What the hell was with this guy?! Tristram shakes his head in disbelief, taking his time to cross the street the proper way while fighting to keep an eye on the stranger. Thankfully though he doesn't lose sight, seeing him go into a bar.<br/><br/>He waits a moment before going inside the establishment as well, glancing around, feeling out of place in such a location. It had taken a few seconds for him to have even gathered the nerve to place his hand on the door and push it open to come inside, and now that he was he was beginning to get second thoughts on this whole endeavor.<br/><br/>Tristram, in fact was just about to call it quits when suddenly the guy he was trailing speaks up from the bar. Did...did that guy really just call him a...fuck boy? His eyes grow wide as his eyebrows narrow slightly, his expression shocked, appalled, and a little hurt as the stranger continued to talk. This guy was certainly a piece of work that was for sure, and with each insult, it felt like a knife had been dug into his skin. Taking a half step back, he puts his hands in front of him in a sort of weak way of trying to protect himself, almost as if he thought it would make the words being shot at him a little less abrasive.<br/><br/>For a moment he was quiet as he mustered up the nerve to speak, and when he did his voice was a bit shaky and nervous in tone. "I, uh, I won't deny saying I wasn't following you...B-but I wasn't trying to start a fight or anything..." He reaches up and scratches the spot on his cheek where a bandage was. "I...uh..." He glances left, then right, before staring at the ground, biting his lip before throwing caution to the wind. "I wanted to know what your business in Academy City was. If you're here<span style="font-style: italic">for</span>The Council...or if you're here for something...else..."<br/><br/>He'd noticed that a lot of visitors had been coming in lately, and more than just a few he had a feeling were here for the darker side of the Council, the problem he'd been digging into for as long as he could remember. He knew that something extremely wrong was happening with this city, but as of recently, that vibe he'd been getting has sky rocketed.<br/><br/>Raising his eyes from the floor, he lowers his hand so it was hovering by his belt. Even though he was strongly opposed to fighting...he would if he had to.