The trek towards his query's house was becoming tiresome, yet patience was as much necessary as it may come. To call patience a 'virtue' was a common failure in itself. A misunderstanding of the word. Murderers and rapists wait until the most precise moment to close with thier prey before they practice thier immoral craft, as much as lovers await to be in each others embrace. How can patience be a 'virtue' when even those of the immoral mind use the same word as others do? Patience was universal, and the higher beings only saw it fit to capitalize on its meaning to further the deception. Patience was relative to time, and to a demon in mortal shell, he had lots of both. There certainly would not be any rush.<br/><br/>As he stepped down a pathway, the town around him alive with peaceful activity, a faint flicker in his senses struck him. The minds and hearts around him were reacting to a significant signature. Soon enough, the source rushed right past him, casting a single glance towards his direction before speeding away as quickly as it appeared. All within a moment, his vision swiftly registered the woman on the bike, not even flashing a blink or a returning gaze towards her direction. His peripherals caught sight of her in full view, at precise angles and spectrum despite the briefest of moments. Not a single detail he would miss at all and his lips crack into a light smile.<br/><br/>Yes.... There she was.... A fine specimen of a mortal. Mundane. Normal. At least to the eye, however pleasant she looked, she seemed normal. Within that one moment, he caught a quick view of her inner emotions and he found, surprisingly enough, doubt, confusion and perhaps a need to discover truth. As he was not a mind reader, unlike a number of his colleagues, he did not know what she was after, but he did know from intuition where she was going. There was only one place in town where one would seek knowledge. An old favourite of locations for him to pass his time in the past.<br/><br/>As soon as she was gone from sight, he turned on his heel and began a calm, long strided walk towards his new speculated destination. After all, all he had to do was follow the trail of mindful reactions that had her unique signature, a young, beautiful woman on a bike, wearing a heart necklace. It was obvious that she would not go unnoticed, travelling at that speed. Knowing that varied few shortcuts to get to where he wanted to be, he reached his destination after taking many a detour down alleyways and through buildings.<br/><br/>The library. Seeing it brings back many fond memories, some delightfully chaotic and some fairly bothersome. Just as he was about to approach, he spotted it. An instantaneous recognition. A supernatural being, dropping from the roof and landing before its entrance. It appeared that things were finally becoming interesting. Time suddenly seemed very short but even more worthwhile.<br/><br/>He sped up his approach, past the empty courtyard, up the steps and through the entrance, entering as normal as any human being would be. The receptionist gave him a look and a scowl. His manner of dress and appearence was not exactly very polite in a place of learning such as this, too rebellious and rugged. He felt her scornful emotions build like a melting pot of morality and authority, a deep lack of respect for his presence before her. He gazed upon her, stepping up towards her counter casually and placing his hands on the hardwood sides. It was obvious that she was watching him very closely, attempting to judge his character.<br/><br/>"May I help you?" She spoke, adjusting her glasses.<br/>"I seek a woman who passed through here. May I ask where she is?" He spoke, his tone cool, deep and dark, almost seductive.<br/><br/>She was about to reply something angry, coupled with some assurance for him to leave. His gaze looked up and deep into hers. A flash of the inner soul and within an instant, the mood changed. For a number of seconds, she stared at him, a look of surprise and a manic blush of her cheeks clear for all to see. Her breath slowed to a drag, her eyelids flickered before drooping. All manner of anger flushed out of her and in its place was a brimming sense of heat and passion. About to speak again, something extremely explicit and incredibly indecent for an authority figure on the job, he stopped her by reaching out with a hand to press his index finger lightly on her lips. It more to keep her quiet than to protect her reputation.<br/><br/>"Speak not and patience is its own reward." He whispered to her, "Where is she?"<br/>Her arm raised, a finger pointed down a row of shelves, her other arm fidgeting with her skirt under the desk where she was seated.<br/>A quick look towards the shelf and back at her, he smiled at her, releasing his finger, "Thank you."<br/><br/>Without saying any more, he stepped inside. Whatever the receptionist did afterward was no longer his concern. His priority now was to find Rose, and hopefully before that other supernatural being does. Within seconds of leaving the lobby area, he walked deeper and deeper into the massive library, again following a trail wherever it may take him.