Snippet #2311911

Lucien's eyebrows rose at the statement, intrigued and surprised, though his white wings subconsciously retreated to a safe, folded position behind him. Luce watched the pull and tug of the tough fabric closely, checking for tears or a slip of a tie, but was pleased to notice the bandages held firm. It was expected as he had worked briefly with a witch doctor (after which his skills had improved exponentially) and anything short of what he had achieved would be embarrassing, and not to mention unfortunate for all involved in the vampire debacle. Seeing the pouch jutted his memory, and Lucien recalled his own pack that remained down below in the pub, and remembered also his lack of coin (he would need a job here in the village for awhile, he decided) - A thought that went straight to the recesses of his mind when he eyed the guns, at which he inwardly cringed. But he relaxed and hid his reaction when the weapons were positioned at the angels hip.

Luce gave a forced smile, "It's not every day I meet an angel whose had their wings...well...you know. Its all I can do," He shrugged.