[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3][/color]

His poor lip was going to split at this rate - and not entirely out of nervousness, if his unknowing guide followed her current trajectory unhindered. Angel eyed her sword slightly and pushed his hair back over his eyes, to cover the gaze. To be blind like Kaia right about now...!

[color=ed1c24]"I, uh. Sorry ma'am. I was going to the hot tub. I shouldn't crowd it for my own lack of foresight."[/color]

As if to shield himself with a suit of actual armor, Angel pulled his collar up further around his neck, disguising his slim throat...so easily crushed...or slit...or maybe hung from the doorframe and made to look like an accident [color=ed1c24][i]oh god get off this line of thought Ferrara.[/i]

"Or inconvenience you any more just for the bad luck to get yourself followed."[/color]