Extravagant. That was his whole intention at the moment. Hair perfectly trimmed and washed by a professional. Obviously. As if Vitani didn't spoil him in the best ways. She was often very busy these days in her home, while Braxton however?
Well... The Britishman was certainly keeping busy. This was the first time in years his feet were back on the ground of Sacrosanct. And without missing a beat, he had a cigarette in his mouth, walking around the Western side of town.
All dressed up like he was, walking in this area was practically asking for trouble.
"I do wonder how Azrael is, that cheeky devil... I see Vitani on a daily basis, of course."
He rolled his eyes a bit. She was.. Well, she was very hard to please these days.
Her taste? Still quite boujee. Still extravagant and just rolling in cash.
Granted she did pay Braxton for his services. After all;
"I most certainly can't have you looking like second rate, darling."
The relationship those two had was still quite the same as it was ever. Funny enough the only other person he could remember was Beylani, but that was it.
Now here he was just bored out of his mind late at night, and huffing down a cigarette. The cherry at the end was bright red and the scent would have bothered anyone who wasn't a smoker or used to the smell. Afterall, these weren't just any trashy or cheap cigarettes, no no!
These were some of the finest cigarettes he could get his hands on. Vitani most certainly rubbed off on him, with her exquisite taste and rather expensive habits.
Several new suits were just a big part of his spending that he did while back home in Britain.
Sly devil he was looking like this but he was always aware of one thing; Being dressed like this is bound to draw attention, and the wrong kind at that. Or was it the wrong kind?
This Fae man wasn't the least bit scared as he was hearing bustling noises just down the road. It drew him in, but he knew better than to just stroll down without an idea. No no. This was not the Redfield way. He'd wait to see who would dare approach him, and converse with him. And, who knows... Maybe even show him around so he could get reacquainted with this terrible little hamlet of a neighborhood.
"Guess I'm just asking for trouble.. Cause I am the trouble."
He snickered smugly, as he puffed on his cigarette and savored the burn of the tobacco.
Those dark eyes scanned over the street with what street lights were on.