xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
xx
"Deal. Between the two of us, you really need to get yourself some sort of mask that isn't reliant on your power for this very reason. And you love my aftershave, don't be coy, sweetheart." He resisted the temptation to wink. "In three seconds, I'm going to roll off of you." Roll was a bit of an overstatement as Lucian threw himself away from the hero, as if he'd been punched. "In my bag, I've got a laptop with information about the incident with the heroes. Make me a private appointment in the tattoo parlour, absolutely nobody else there, and I'll come in and update you," he said as he "recovered", careful to cover his lips with his arm from the view of the cameras. He staggered to his feet, having conveniently dropped the knife. God, it was times like this where he really missed the telepathy. Wordless communication in this situation would be really helpful. He knew that if he really tried, he might be able to tap into it for a few moments. But that required letting go of control, and in a situation like this, it was too risky. Best case scenario, he did more damage than he'd intended. Worst case, he'd expose his identity or injure one of them.
He made eye contact with Markus for just a moment, before glancing towards the abandoned bag, hoping it would be enough of an indication. Then he bolted for the bag as if to make a getaway.