"Indeed, it appears as it is time for me to take my leave... Perhaps the next time we meet, it will be in a more fortunate situation. Farewell till then, Frau Deveraux..." Softly placing the cup back onto the table, Kai stood up from where he sat before, raising his hat from his head for once more before he let the thick coat slip back on. The fur rippled a little, opening up in small silver folds to close back up, in the solid, velvety beauty it had. His steps were well near noiseless as he walked out of the flat, quickly making his way down the stairs after the trio of officers. Like a shadow that followed.<br/><br/>He'd surely find time to talk to Asmodeus in private... Especially about that woman, Yvonne. At first, she interested him, drew him in, but something pungent and repelling in her presence kept him at bay. As if she wasn't... A right choice to corrupt, but that was absurd, off course! Just shaking his head softly as his lips stretched into a smirk, he drew the door open, stepping into the darkness of the night once more. He'd make sure that the light of the candle falls onto her more than well.<br/>The stars and the moon seemed to be shadowed by clouds that swam onto the sky in the meantime... Will it snow tomorrow? It didn't seem unlikely to him as he walked over to the doors of the Heinkel, a black shape in the velvet darkness of the night.<br/><br/>The leather of the seats shifted ever so slightly as he set himself down onto it, turning the keys and letting the engine purr underneath the hood and black paint like a panther, yearning to get out of its cage and run free, racing with the wind. As his foot pressed the gas pedal down, he could feel the air, pushing back ever so slightly, the gears in the engine begun turning, and made the wheels spin, pushing the large car forwards with all force.<br/>It drove silently, without a noise louder than the slight hum of the engine and the sound of the wheels, scratching against the tiny pebbles here and there on the ground.<br/><br/>He was aiming to go into the bar that 'Erlind' has suggested to him, but it turned out to be more troublesome than expected to park a car this size anywhere around. With a sigh, he turned the steering wheel, backing into a narrow alley, to change directions and return to where he came from in a hope that he may find a more appropriate place.<br/>It showed up to be sheer good fortune. Just then he noticed a figure walking nearby, and the unmistakable presence of his old friend.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Over here, Asmodei. Need to hitch a ride back home?</span>only he could hear those words, spoken partly in jest, and partly seriously, in such a light-hearted, yet still composed manner. There was no mistaking him for someone else...<br/><br/>He let the window roll down, placing one gloved hand on the edge, and slowly driving forth a little bit, towards Erling, looking at him from the shade underneath the Heinkel's roof. A couple of crimson embers lit up in the coal-black, bottomless wells of his eyes, and as the cold wind billowed towards the car, it blew his hair into all directions. Surprisingly enough, it was let down; without the hat, or the white string to tame it, it was far wilder and thicker than one would normally consider it. He gave Asmodei his most mischievous smile, one reserved for those of a special kind.