Jean felt exuberant in hearing Sasha's words. "Well as you can tell. I happen to be French...Well my human form, so I am sure I can cook perfectly." Jean laughed at his joke. When nobody laughed back he continued, "Of course if you can teach me how to cook like a true French person, that will make me very happy." Jean smiled. The pain he perviously felt in his head faded away. "I am sure, Monsieur Blake would love to clean. I heard people call him, 'midget demon' so i guess his height makes him succumb
to cleaning." Jean returned his gaze to Elena. "Well Mademoiselle, please, tell me about yourself. I've heard of you and your kind, but have yet met one as grand as yourself. Tell me about you."
Vladimir stood and gazed into Rosalind's red eyes. "Medoh always reckless..." Vladimir thought to himself as Philip closed the door to his carriage. "Well, Medoh, I appreciate the compliment. You and I both know good lying comes with age." Vladimir decided incase Philip was listening he waited before answering Rosalind. "We'll be far away. I the Paris show will not happen. The land that we were suppose to have been on was sold to a Monsieur and Madame Cousteau, meaning I no longer own it. Of course we don't need to own the piece of land to preform, it's just illegal not to, as we are considered a business. That's never stopped us before, but with these hunters here it's better if we skip Paris. What a shame too. Paris was one of the biggest audiences we have had in the past." Vladimir sighed. "Instead we're going to Zurich in the North East. Then Austria, Germany, Poland, until we Reach Russia. It'll be safe for us there. My connections will help us out until the hunters get off our trail." Vladimir smiled. "It'll be fine Rosalind...I've never let you down, Have I?" He embraced Rosalind reassuringly. "I'm going to the mess hall. Gather everyone when you can for me, but after 'he's' gone." Vladimir exited his carriage and went into the mess hall.