The well-manicured streets were rather quiet at this hour, despite the doors to most of the restaurants and storefronts remaining open. The culture of the supernatural community was perhaps more so tolerated in the northern neighborhoods, but its influences were subtle. For example, that expensive boutique whose clothes Frost was now wearing would remain open until just before sunrise, a convenience the budding vampire community here appreciated. No one talked openly about what they were here, however. But it was understood that those with exceptional wealth were rarely human. But humans were clearly still uneasy about living amongst them. In order for businesses to thrive, they must cater to these crowds. A inevitable necessity for some. Lamp posts beamed through the darkness, dotting their way down the cobblestone street. Dareios half heartedly expected to hear the hollow cuff of hooves against the bricks when Frost lead the way. The shifter confirms what Dareios was afraid of -- he was running from someone, and of all things, a hunter. Though the vampire's worry settles, somewhat, with his casual dismissal of his problem with the aforementioned hunter, Dareios silently vows to be more alert on his way home. He'd had a long streak of good behavior lately. The last thing he needed was some power hungry hunter to come along and mess it all up. His eyes focus on the dark streets ahead as they walk, but when Frost seemingly calls him out about business, he stops in his tracks, dark eyes focusing on the man and pausing a moment to contemplate his words. Dareios picked up something peculiar in his tone. This wasn't an innocent question. There was no luck here. Frost knew something about him. Dareios saw no reason for any real concern just yet, though he was curious how to he picked up on this detail, or what he knew about him. He lets it slide with no answer. But then Frost speaks again. "If the odds are right." He responds casually, the vampire's vision scanning down the sidewalk and at the row of quiet brownstones that line the way. As they walked, they happened to be rounding back toward Dareios' street. Coincidence? Dareios wants desperately to believe so. "Why do you ask?" Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl |