<strong>Hector Cobblepot, moving towards his shop, muttering to himself</strong><br/><br/>“Well there goes another chance. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Do you suppose that someone figured me out? Damn that would be a disaster.” Hector’s gaze was upon the floor as he walked his steps a shuffling mess that announced his approach long before anyone would spot him. Not that it was hard to hear him with his constant vocalization of thoughts.<br/><br/>“You have never been known as one to be discreet Hector. You know that several of your ‘subjects’ did not enjoy the advances that you placed upon them.” Blake’s voice of reason came forth to try and simmer Hector down.<br/><br/>“Honestly crackpot, you think you can get away with something like that? It was only a matter of time before someone understood what your true reasons behind wanting to paint them were and apparently someone has, so just get off your high horse and accept it you damn deviant.” Demetri cackled and placed a twisted smirk upon Hector’s down turned face.<br/><br/>“Oh shut it, the lot of you. I am not a deviant; I merely enjoy my work more than others. But no one has ever said that that was a bad thing. Perhaps Candy was right and we could get one of the guests to pose for a painting. But how to go about going that? Surely we should go to the Playground for the best pool of candidates but you lot always get me into trouble down there. Demetri, you’ve caused me more than a few slaps with your free roaming tongue.” Hector sighed and shook his head, his hands sliding into his pockets casually.<br/><br/>“Oh you trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy it? Don’t give me that shit, I know damn well you were squealing like a pig and begging for more before the night was done.” Demetri created another smirk upon Hector’s face, bring a wicked light to his eyes.<br/><br/>“Do you think it wise to describe Hector in such a light, especially in public? If we deface him our selves then we are all out a job. Remember that Hector is the face of combined efforts and if he looks bad then we are all screwed. So can it Demetri.” Blake’s regularly smooth and calm tone had an edge of anger upon it.<br/><br/>“Be quiet both of you. I am sick of talking to you right now. You’ve caused me enough of a headache and the day are only progressing forward. Do not ruin it the rest of the way.” Hector smacked himself abruptly in the forehead to rattle the other two, wanting to shut them up for a while. As his head rattled slightly from the impact, he thought he heard giggling coming from nearby. Pausing for a moment, he glanced around, somehow discerning that it was coming from the jewelry store. Stepping forward, glanced around. “Excuse me, is someone there? Everything okay?”<br/>