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"Coming from you. That just means the world to me." Despite his cool words, the uneasiness within would be registered, if only slightly. He wasn't panicking and he wasn't planning to either, but of course he was with a vampire. And that all on it's own is scary. Ask any fire fighter if they're at least a bit scared going into a fire, and he would rest his case. She could kill him, quite easily, but she wouldn't, and Stan made sure to make it the focal point of his thoughts just to annoy her. Plus, she's a midget, Stan teased. "You wouldn't kill me, Cosette. I'm sure it would be easy, but you value enjoyment more. If you kill me now, or if you cause me to honorably commit suicide, then there'd be no more Stan. Then, there would be no more fun. Plus, you're not the type to get dirty, girly."

Oh, right. There was lolli pop in his coat pocket.

Prometheus smiled and looked down to Izzy, who was drifting off into sleep. "Well, it's a long story." He said, taking in a deep breath. "There is a girl, Julian, who I protect. This is Izzy, her daughter. While Julian is meeting her old friend, I am looking after Izzy."

Prometheus chuckled again, then turned towards her. "It's completely alright." He said. "Yes, I care for Izzy. Yes, she is a Lycan. I protect Julian out of free will and because she can't defend herself. Healers, like Julian, don't have much offense."

Prometheus smiled at her French. "Thanks, I'm sure Julian would say the same thing." He repeated himself from earlier. He wondered what Julian had been doing, but ignored the thought.

She could feel it. The slightest change in his composure or that faint, well concealed flicker of doubt as unease and fear began weaving their way through his body. Cosette was positive that the feather light touch of her icy hand would calm him in the least as she lifted her hand to his forearm, gently clutching her delicate hand around his wrist to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere. She also took a step closer, inhaling a deep breath of that all too alluring and wholesome human scent; imposing on his personal space and hopping to set a few more strands of fear in his head. It was intended as a little payback. Payback after Stan thought it would be humorous to flood his thoughts with nonsense,so much so that Cosette decided it was too much of a chore to listen it. Payback also because he had called her a midget. She was diffinatly not an oddly deformed and pitiful creature. Cosette was downright perfection topped with bows and pearls. Stan was just being an idiot.

“You are right, But you are also flattering yourself in believing you are the only thing that I could manage to entertain myself with. I could kill you, And I wouldn't miss you in the slightest. I would simply move on and find someone better than you. I mean, Seriously...You are being awful boring right now. Hardly a weapon on you.” She muttered on in a dreary tone,pretending she didn't care in the least. But then, As customary for Cosette; Her mood changed almost as swiftly as she moved. She had sidestepped around him, placing her round doll face the direct line of sight.
“Apparently, You also forget just what sort of fun I enjoy. I'm curious...” She trailed off, lifting those small hands to his face and focusing those enchanting blue eyes on his. It was simple in the past to project a suggestion in to the thoughts of others, force them into her bidding and leaving them with no choice but to obey. And right now, She was curious to know if Stan would be just as easy to manipulate as everyone else.
“You should take out that gun and shoot yourself in the hand.” She spoke clearly, with the taint of compulsion ringing within the honey melody of her voice. She simply waited, watching to see if Stan would do as directed.

Amelia looked up, meeting Prometheus's eyes for the first time since they reunited. "Wha?" Amelia thought about the past five seconds and realized she'd voiced her thoughts again. "Oh." She felt she owed him an answer though since he'd answered a bombardment of her questions. "Um, I can't leave this city. It's impossible." She'd tried many times.

Amelia cocked an eyebrow. Usually people wanted the whole story, Prometheus was fine with the bare facts. He was pretty easy for someone like Amelia to talk to. She looked ahead at the empty walk way. "What have you been doing all along?" Amelia did actually enjoy talking to people, before her insanity, when her diet was consistantly natural, she'd go into cafe's and have conversations with the mortals there. This was in France, where big cute hats are the style.