Feeding birds in the park was therapeutic. A bag of birdseed brought with him that night, Paris wasn't doing the 'knightly' thing and 'patrolling as some might say- he was more just staying in one spot, hoping no one took notice of him. The night had yet to set in, and the amber pink glow of the setting sun gave light to the park yet also cast deep shadows. It kept Paris hidden in plane sight.
So long as he kept to the bench in the shadows he'd be fine. Never mind the growing horde of birds that were slowly congregating near him.
"Hmmm." He hummed, tossing more seed out.
"At least it's warm out tonight." He said to himself, not paying any mind to powers that lingered nearby.