Lucien continued on through the deserted streets, the stale smell of alcohol seeming to ooze from the stone district around him. It seemed he was nearing the much fonder part of the city, one drenched in drink and debauchery. Lucien hated it, but had no quarrel visiting. He was willing to visit every nook and cranny of london, the tastiest souls were often the hardest to find. Of course, he was worried about dragging Sophia through such a place. Yet still, Lucien could not do without her. She had an almost innate sense of heart, an infallable judge of character. It was unerringly accurate, and seemed impossible, but Lucien's perceptions of impossible had shifted since.<br/><br/>Lucien's dark, heavy boots hit uneven ground. There was a noticeable divide where the qualities of london seemed to plummet dramatically, yet still he pressed on. His eyes passed over a stumbling drunk, and he bore a disappointing frown towards the intoxicated gentleman. However, when the seemingly falling form sprang back to height without an ounce of grace, he realised the man was not falling, nor retching, but apparently bowing. Lucien paused for a moment. The drunken fool stood clumsily before a dark haired beauty, seemingly not of British descent. Lucien let his finger tap gently into Sophia's waiting palm while he stood, blatant in his stance, making no pretence that he was looking at anything other than her.<br/><br/>Lucien waited, while Sophia lay an eery glare in her direction. Lucien felt Sophia brush close as she tugged sharply on his hand. Oh... Lucien had not expected this. It seemed she was among the ranks of the soulless. Lucien paid brief thought to her, wondering what object one such as herself might seal her very essence in. But, as much as Lucien liked to remain apart from his 'peers', even he realised that killing someone such as herself would get him into a lot of trouble. Even as he fingered the knife in his coat pocket, Lucien was forced to reluctantly restrain himself. No matter how badly he wanted to. Lucien turned and continued on, flashing a malicious smile at the gypsy woman before turning his back to her. There was an inn not too far from here. He might be able to mingle with a higher class of individual before prowling the dark streets beneath london's eve. It certainly might keep him occupied.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>