<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault, Maria, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Careful, Maria, you might have sharp claws, but, I'm a masochist." He flashed her a crooked grin that showed that he was neither being affected by her digs and barbs, nor was he going to let this degenerate into some sort of immature back-and-forth, let's-see-who-can-get-the-other-one-pissed-off-first contest. Plus, he figured if he made her think he was enjoying this, she'd leave it alone, and possible, be a little weirded out. Which would be frosting on the cake.<br/><br/>"That's good to know." He said to Renault. "And if I knew there was a gang war going down, I'd have come here using the back door." Which, given they both know he can go to the Mistlands, and has a penchant for euphemisms... they probably both know that's what he meant by the 'back door'.<br/><br/>"Sure. That sounds like a good plan." He would follow after them, letting the inspector lead the way. "My plan was mostly gathering information, and improvising from there. Be as the water, as Sun Tzu says." He was not particularly thrilled with Maria being around, but there was no use complaining about it or trying to change it. He'd just go with the flow. Renault might get the impression that was there was more to Sully's plan than just winging it, but, there were some things he just wasn't going to disclose around Maria.