Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161217085859

To his own surprise, Diaboli actually breathed a sigh of relief when the woman revealed her identity as the Ninth Dragon of Vale. Perhaps he thought it was better to know of a troublesome truth, rather than remain in the dark.

That didn't do much for his situation, though. Glancing around the room, it didn't look as though anybody was about to rush to her aid if he suddenly turned violent, so unless they were hiding themselves really, really well, he figured it was safe to assume this wasn't a trap. A coincidence, then? The thought made Diaboli laugh inwardly.

''Yeah, right. ''

At first he considered simply walking away before things got complicated, but then he realised that she'd probably chase after him if he tried to. He also remembered that he'd left his Scroll on the table - a Scroll that contained a lot of incriminating information that he didn't need falling into the wrong hands. Instead, he merely met the Dragon's gaze with his own, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what her reason was for acting so friendly to a guy who was literally planning on killing her several months before.

Alright, Miss Dragon, I'll play your little game.

Not that he had much of a choice. Walking away was out of the question, and with his whip-hand damaged he'd probably lose a fight, even if she didn't have a weapon on her. So instead, he merely gestured for her to follow him as he began returning to his table. As he walked, he noticed that a young couple had stolen her seat by the window, and for some reason that annoyed him.

"Oops...sorry," he said, 'accidentally' nudging the young man's shoulder with his elbow as he passed, causing him to spill coffee all over the cuff of his shirt. He hid a mischievous grin under his scarf as the man unleashed a torrent of swears at his back, although his partner convinced him not to pursue the matter with fists.

Looking ahead, he noticed another man looking over his table, as if deciding whether or not it was safe to take. Diaboli cleared his throat loudly to get the man's attention, before jerking his head to the side in a 'get-the-hell-away-from-my-seat' gesture, which the man understood and quickly backed away.

"You know my name. You could at least tell me yours," Diaboli said, settling down in his seat and indicating for Zanipher to take the seat opposite.