[colour=crimson]“Oh, I don’t know, I think some of us are plenty ready, alcohol or no,”[/colour] Lumière said cheerfully as she seemed to materialise out of nowhere behind Bane and draped herself over his shoulders. She turned to look at the man in question before looking back toward Kayla. She rested her chin on Bane’s shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his chest. He really did smell of alcohol. Stank of it in fact. It made her feel slightly ill, not that anyone would be able to tell from her hidden expression. [colour=crimson]“And what’s wrong with being alone, I've been alone for the last seven years and I'm OK,”[/colour] she said completely aware of how crazy she came off to others. 

Lumière laughed cheerfully as she pushed off of Bane’s back. She did her best to ignore the man in the immaculate suit now leaning against Bane’s side, ‘his’ hat tipped over his head. He smiled knowingly. Lumière stood up straight and crossed her arms, her head tilted on its side. Underneath her mask she was frowning. Where had the spirit gone? The passion and fury that had once burned so brightly in these people? Perhaps they truly had been broken by time. Under her mask she smiled and then laughed out loud. [colour=crimson]“You have the Witchhunter on your side, so it’s not all bad! Just tell me who I need to kill.”[/colour]