Marc
"Oui oui ma chère!"
His feet spiraled like a roadrunner, kicking dust across the golden halls and velvet carpets - all with the straightest face you could muster on a sorry french mug. Mon dieu! This wasn't his specialty at all. It wasn't bullshit, kicking people in the teeth was the usual job description, feelings, and pampering people wasn't his forte at all.
But she wasn't looking that great. Partners gotta help each other, you know? Especially when it's partners in crime.
"Oh, by the wayyy.... how do you feel about cake."
Only a crook could say the silliest things with the most serious of expressions.
The VIP room was a gorgeous little decor of crystal, velvet, and gold, as opulent as the rest. Well, it didn't really hold up to the real deal, there were places elsewhere even crazier than this. But in its own way, it had its charms.
And a table filled with desserts. Were they conjured up? Delivered? No, there was a stack of boxes... it probably meant all of these would have to be delivered. As soon as he set her down and tended to her, he moved to that table in the same room and started inspecting each dessert meticulously, going so far as to weigh them and inspect the fillings to make sure they contained what was necessary.
Until he glanced at the lass.
"Hungry?"
She'd probably be able to tell... there was a magic source in each cake. Contained, compact, and volatile. The containers on Marc's side clearly had some sort of sealing markings, concealed as regular decorations, but they were clearly second rate. They might fool a magic sensing dog, but some of the weapon detectors would and could go off if he wasn't careful. That must be why he was checking the contents so meticulously. If one weighed too much, well...
"Ugh, these *chew* mana cores are the cheap stuff. Barely *gulp* worth a dime in the underworld. The other families in the district don't take too kindly to our territories, so attacks are a regular occurrence. This is actually one of the few neutral zones, since it's so popular with the nobilty." He chewed on a strawberry shortcake like it was a pizza. "And who could blame em? The stuff here's delicious. Seriously, you've gotta *munch* try the pudding."
He licked his fingers over the frosting, seriously addicted to the stuff. It was kind of adorable, like the kind of thing you'd expect a little brother to do while pretending to work hard.
