He knew that technically he wasn't supposed to stay inside the modest home any longer; he was there, as always, to provide a service to a client and was expected to leave once his job was done. Normally he stuck religiously to that way of working to avoid any confrontations and to keep a steady flow of business running towards him, but as he glanced out of the small window to his right, it seemed far too dark to venture out again. Only the questionable sort of person would be out at such an hour, and while Lucas often braved all weathers to work, the shadow of the great pirate ship currently docked was enough to give him pause.<br/><br/>Lucas always remained neutral, and that meant never servicing a man in uniform or a man exiting a pirate ship; he could be put in jail for such an offence and had no desire to loose his freedom. Besides, the bed was comfortable and he stretched luxuriously on the mattress, his golden hair an attractive mess around his features as he reached for his shined boots to fiddle briefly with the fastenings.<br/><br/>His client had allowed him to wash both before and after; a pleasant surprise and the boy felt reluctant to leave, rising slowly from the bed to the closed bedroom door, pushing it open and descending the stairs. Apparently the man he'd serviced had thought him already gone however, and Lucas froze in a deeply awkward moment as he lingered at the threshold of the living room. What was clearly a husband and wife sat before him together, and it became terribly clear that he had been a secret; a secret now completely blown. It wasn't difficult to guess his occupation after all; a young, attractive boy clad in rather tight clothing... He didn't wait around to be thrown out.<br/><br/>Turning swiftly on his heel just as the overly-theatrical shouts of "Who are you!?" and "What are you doing in my house!?" reached his ears. Quite sad that the man had to lie to himself, but Lucas wasn't one to deal with any problems he created and swiftly exited the house, managing to slip away from a hand that made to grab at the fleeing 'thief'.<br/><br/>"Shit!" He cursed sharply at the near miss and took off in a run, not wishing to stir up any more trouble. The lack of footsteps behind him made him secure in the knowledge that he wasn't being follow however, and he began to slow down as he rounded the next bend.<br/><br/>"Ah-!" He cried out in surprise as he felt his slender frame hit something rather solid, staggering back a pace and leaning against the nearby wall to stop himself from falling. "Oh, ah... I'm sorry, Sir." He announced quickly, eyeing the rather questionable man with a careful eye. "Didn't mean to run into you; I wasn't paying attention... Very sorry." With that, he tried to casually step around and continue on his way, but when did people ever ignore such 'rudeness'?