<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - somewhere on the streets.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/>Being lost in thought is not a good thing in Port Diablo. It makes a man slower than he normally is, even when he had not been drinking. Still, Christoph did not blame himself for being run into.<br/>He was addressed in English and he pulled his hand from his whip openly. It had moved to it unseen, quick as a snake striking, and he had had half a mind to whip the boy before him before wording his thoughts. The thing holding him back long enough to regain control over his violent nature would have been the garments of said boy. The other hand slipped into a pocket of his much too luxurious jacket and pulled a golden coin from it to hold it up for Lucas to see, one brow raising in an all too universal questioning arch.<br/><br/>Before he could speak, however, a man ran into range, pointing at the boy while shouting something about thievery. The hand that had been on his whip before returned and he lashed out the full length of his black, leather whip, it licking the man’s cheek and leaving a red mark upon it. It was enough for the invader to raise brow, turn around and run back where ever the hell he had come from.<br/><br/>Calmly rolling up his whip again his eyes went back to the boy before him, his golden coin between his ringfinger and pinky, almost as if he wanted to show off his blank signature ring. He had found what his restless had meant the moment he had laid eyes on Lucas.<br/><br/><strong>“Pretty little thing....,”</strong>was the first and only thing he said to him.