Lasciel's presence would not subside the moment she saw the first nude catgirl flaunting their bodies in hopes to draw in a customer.<em>You gave the waitress a whole gold coin for what?  A fleeting glance of her backside as she immediately shrugged you off.  That amount will go a lot further with these creatures who are practically begging for it.  Granted they are asking for money rather than giving it freely, but if you're going to do something you love, might as well make a living off it.</em>Cyrus could not deny the temptation he felt for the seductive forms of the kitty prostitutes, but he wouldn't openly admit it to the weapon either.  Not that it mattered, she had an uncanny knack for reading his true thoughts and desires.  He just found himself thankful that she had already expended her attempt to compel him for the day and any further attempts to gain control of him would have to wait until tomorrow.  That was unless he willingly invited her to do so.<em>Will you focus?  We have a job to do.</em><br/><br/><em>What about after?</em><br/><br/>For a brief moment, the magus considered it and found himself grateful that the others were not able to drop in on his conversation.<em>... we'll see.</em>Lasciel would have danced gleefully had she had a physical body capable of doing so.  Unlike the magical blade, Cyrus knew when to prioritize business before pleasure.  However, at the end of the day he could not find a sufficient reason to sleep alone if he had an alternative.  Especially if it meant granting him an hour or two of pleasure while at the same time getting Lasciel to shut up for the night.<br/><br/>It was impossible to miss the commotion at the town gate well before they were able to see what was going on.  Cyrus grimaced at the confusion that was on the verge of all out chaos as two parties attempted to communicate but were failing splendidly.  "Something tells me this sort of thing has become a common occurrence ever since the quarantine."  He said to nobody in particular.  If the tribal tattoos on their faces were indication, this incident might not be based solely upon the inability to communicate.  Not that he felt much empathy for the guardsmen; ever since he left that rigid society of law that was his homeland, Cyrus felt more than a certain measure of disdain for any sort of authority figure.  However, if the unifying kittygirl gangs intended to leave the city, it would entirely defeat the purpose of the quarantine and the infection would spill over the land more freely.  Cyrus' fingers drummed along the hilt of his sword nervously, unsure of what to do if anything at all.  Glancing over at the others, he tried to gauge their thoughts on the matter.  "What do you think?  Wait a bit and see how things unfold, try to serve as neutral party, or attempt to carry about our business and see if we can make it past the gate?  I'm personally for the former, but from the looks of things that won't bode well for the guards."