<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">It did not take long for Sirrah's powerful digestive system to break down and assimiliate the purse and its contents; within three minutes, he was able to utilise the new strength of his regenerated muscles. It made little impact on his exterior appearance, but his tightly corded muscles were fed with a steady and constant supply of oxygen-rich blood, allowing rapid respiration and incredible speed. Soon enough, he was out of the crowds, although he was only aware of the woman he held being unconscious after he nearly lost his grip on her whilst scaling a building, up from a market stall. Those within the market shrieked and wailed at the sight of him, but he was long gone before anyone could think to try and stop him.<br/><br/>In truth, Sirrah hadn't been the least bit interested in the woman herself; he cared only for the jewels, gold and precious things around her person. Frankly, he couldn't see what all the fuss was about. She was a pretty thing, yes- but no more so than any other woman he'd seen of her calibre of looks. Incubi had devastating sexual appetites, but that was only when they were at full health and were not in immediate danger. Sirrah was neither of these things, so he paid the woman behind the plush fabrics very little attention indeed and fixed his low attention span on hopping and scrabbling from roof to roof. For a creature fleeing a scene with a captive and a great many witnesses, he was able to navigate his way rather well. There were advantages to his genetics, after all.<br/><br/>After a good quarter of an hour of leaping and running, Sirrah deemed it safe to stop. Panting, he ground his taloned heels into the high stone roof of a nondescript shop and forced himself to be still, snapping straight forwards as his momentum carried him, yet falling as his tight grip on the stone beneath him forced him back. He managed to stop before he made contact with the roof and congratulated himself mentally for a rather exquisite getaway. A long, lazy yawn left him and he moved to flex out his limbs. However, his new dilemma was presented to him in the form of a heavy weight on his right shoulder. He realised what it was; the woman he'd accidentally kidnapped. Sirrah frowned at her slumped form for a moment and shook his head, uncurling his talons from her side with a slick noise. He dropped her rather unceremoniously onto the stone and wiped his hands on her robes with a look of digust.<br/><br/>"...Waste not, want not." He remarked cheerfully, frisking the body for more valuables. She was soon relieved of her jewels, her necklaces and bracelets, the rest of her coins and the sequins on her shoes, for some strange reason. These were piled up beside her and Sirrah turned his back on the woman in favour of enjoying his meal. He even went so far as to dangle his feet off of the roof as he did so, popping a few of the more spectacular gems into his mouth to crunch and savour, making noises of relish and utterly ignoring the woman. </span>