After a short hesitation the man begins to laugh again, the sound rumbling through the car, as she pulls her entire repetoir of godly tricks open.<br/><br/>"You don't know Mordred, lady. I wasn't planning on actually leaving you all unprotected by your own." he says as he turns back at her putting on a big warm smile.<br/><br/>"I was thinking of dropping you off and stay nearby, keep my eyes open, for I'm almost certain that the bastard will show up sooner or later. And as I said before. He and I have history."<br/><br/>That last bit almost comes out as a snarl, so much he hates the satyr going by the name of Mordred.<br/><br/>He smiles again. "I was thinking of your reputation more or less. A famous actress, that can also hold a tune, together with a lowlife bum like me. Won't make for good press."