"And what purpose would that be exactly?" Cecil asked as he moved himself closer to Vincent. His eyes were intent on Vincent possibly even to the point of being felt, but his mirror like glasses only showed Vincent.<br/><br/>"Watch what you say Vincent. Cecil isn't the best to talk to."Zen said as he drove his hand gripping the wheel tighter as he tried to avoid making too much noise with the car, go past obstacles in their way.<br/><br/>"Are you really going to shoot the guy trying to give you some sense? Because if you are expect to be paid back in full. "Lynx's free hand went in front of him and shadows began to lift up, thin ones, staying close to Lynx and slowly moving around him. His face was angry because of the many thoughts in his head and the events of the day. His grip brought Nemoira closer to himself. The skull on his hat mimicking how he felt and glaring at Shamus. He didn't want to fight, and he didn't want to kill Cecil but did want to see him die. That man didn't deserve to live not for the sins he has all to many times committed, but for the one seen by Lynx. The one seen by Nemoira. The one that made his usually calm blood rush. The skull on his hat softened, turning to have a saddened look. His hand went down from his impulsive threatening though he would have lost easily in the situation. "Whatever...you're the one with the gun.And I won't do something that'll bring harm to the "furball" here. What you guys want to do is your choice and what we must do is ours. It's business right?"