<strong>Hector Cobblepot, in the commons, watching Candy leave and deciding to head to the shop</strong><br/><br/>Hector studied the lovely Candy once more but a frown flickered across his face at her conditions. Had someone figured him out already? He had kind of thought that his little ‘kink’ was under wraps so to speak but apparently someone had gotten wind of it. That was surprising to him since he hadn’t felt like he had upset anyone with the things that he did. “Oh…ummm…yes well I don’t know. Perhaps, but then again that seems like quite a bit of work.”<br/><br/>“Face it crackpot. She’s out and you haven’t got a shot. Suck it, up grab a brush, paint some curves and take care of business. Quit beatin’ that dead horse and let her go. She doesn’t have the right curves anyways.” Demetri chuckled darkly.<br/><br/>Hector scowled, mostly to himself and only partly saw Candy leaving the room. Once she was gone, he shrugged to himself, down the rest of his coffee before glancing once more around the room. With a sigh to himself, he patted himself absently before seeming to recall that his glasses were upon the bridge of his nose. Then he seemed to recall the coffee upon his leg and began to dab at it roughly with a paint rag from one of his pockets. He practically jumped out of his skin when another voice spoke to him that wasn't one of his own. "Oh, ummm... es... yes everything is good, no worries. Nothing wrong, quite alright..."<br/><br/>He glanced for the exit having convinced himself that he had been caught and needing to make a hasty retreat before getting into trouble of some sort. Before he could make a move though he was startled by yet another voice and spun around to spot the lovely Beatrice entering the room. Spotting the stew and wondering how he had not spotted it before, he considered for a moment eating but changed his mind. "Ummm, no, I should get back to my work. Oh, on a side note... miss Beatrice, if you ever feel like being my muse...lover... damn it, I mean subject for a portrait please stop by. Excuse me, must run."<br/><br/>Hector spun, not really waiting for an answer. Damn he had just asked her to be his lover. Had that been Demetri? Hell he couldn't tell he was all nerves and caffeine now. His thoughts a jumble, he headed off quickly for his painting studio, really hoping that he hadn't messed up again.<br/><br/><strong>Moving to Merchants Shops</strong><br/>