<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Over here, Asmodei. Need to hitch a ride back home? </span></span><br/><br/>Erlind raised his head towards a large Heinkel  parking across the street. He parted his long coat open with a gesture of his hands as he pushed both gloved ones inside the pockets of the black jacket he wore underneath his coat. A hand covered in white moved smoothly over the edge of a rolled window, the engine rolling slowly towards him.<br/><br/>He met the Advocate's crimson orbs with a head nod, and pulled the front door of the passenger seat open. He invaded the seat with his weight and rolled up the window on his side. The air was filled with the suffocating scent of the Witch nearby, but he had made his point clear and of course he was not worried that she may try to kidnap Isolde again. At least not tonight. If she really wanted to pay a visit to Isolde, wouldn't she have done it already, instead of wasting her oh so precious time inviting him to fall in her steps? She may have looked so pitiable, but Erlind knew that she was certainly not stupid.<br/><br/>He pulled on the collar of his shirt and loosened his tie.<span style="font-style: italic">“Arrgh! I'm sick of wearing uniforms.”</span>His mouth quirked a half-grin.<span style="font-style: italic">“Well I guess she turned you down?”</span>Erlind asked about Yvonne, shifting a pale gaze to the Advocate for a moment, then looked away to remove something from his left sleeve. A derisive, yet playful smile on his lips met Kai's mischievous one as he looked up again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Humanity is no longer safe, not that I really give a damn, but, this's not just about the human race. Our numbers by far too few to ward off that scumbag. <span style="font-weight: bold">HE</span> is supporting every of her actions, yet dares to speak of me as traitor... She's closing around. It's only a matter of time now.”</span>Erlind began randomly staring at people outside his window. He took note of the time and how late into the night it was - only an hour or two before dawn.<span style="font-style: italic">“I've finally met her, you know? At the bar. She said I should fight by her side. Hah hah! Yeah whatever.”</span>He cocked a brow and looked at Kai, letting out a faint snort. He held a leathery gloved hand in the air in front of him. The digits of his thumb and index fingers closing around the tip of one single fiery red hair.