Outside The Gilded Lily and Beyond (ATTN: Heathcliffe and Hector)

"Err...you didn't happen to murder a talented young musician and his fiance' last Devil's Night, did you?" Heathcliff asks, eying the bird warily.

Hector watches the bird and it's antics, when it looks right at the two he frowns in obvious displeasure then turns back to Heathcliff without letting the crow out of his site.

Hector thinks for a moment remembering something after Heathcliff's question and a different sort of smile, possibly satisfaction, graces his features. "That's a very interesting question, thankfully I know it's context," He pauses almost as though he wasn't going to answer when, "and no I did not. Not really my style that." He makes the last statement as if a joke but a keen individual may take it for the truth given. "However, if I didn't know any better I'd say we were being spied upon for some unknown reason, but then that's just superstition talking." He shrugs while looking unconcerned, yet never lets the bird leave his field of sight. "Still interested in a drink?" His smile is back in place as he scans the sidewalk and general area to see just how many people are about.

"Yes, but," he says, advancing on the bird, "I have to satisfy my curiosity first."

Heathcliff, having reminded himself of the ominous nature animists attribute to the crow, looks to see if there's anything out of the ordinary about the trash can the crow sits upon, or in what it has removed...like an eyeball or a finger.

That's an odd reaction for most, this may be a promising new venture I've stumbled upon. Hector thought in Greek as he watched his new venture head to investigate the crow. "If you insist." Is all he says with a smile upon his lips as he again looks about to then follow Heathcliff to inspect what the crow was up to beyond the obvious hoping it really wasn't a spy, he hated spies especially of the animal variety.

Heathcliff watches the crow fly away with a puzzled expression. He decides to wait to discuss why he felt that bird was 'wrong' with Hector until they are in the privacy of the Lily. For now, he simply looks into and around the recently vacated trash can.

If it wasn't a bird, that means it was here for a reason, he thinks.

Hector watches the bird fly away as well as Heathcliff from the back wondering at the little episode. He then watches Heathcliff look around for anything that may be insightful to him attempting to see where the man was possibly heading with his thoughts. Not to be obvious, Hector also takes a few moments to visually scan the area of the Raven's discarded trash while waiting patiently.

Heathcliff turns back toward Hector and speaks quietly. "I think you are right, that we are being observed. Let's go get that drink, shall we?"

Hector gives his newly minted companion an odd look and a slight cock of the head as he answers, "Sure." Without anymore preamble he turns back to the Gilded Lilly to find a nice comfy spot with a view of patrons. Hectors thoughts slowly turned over the recent events, considering Heathcliff in a variety of different lights so to speak as he considered the man's idea of actually being observed.

Hector smiles in response to Heathcliff's explanation, considers a moment before replying with, "Hmm, now that you mention it I suppose it did. But still, animals have some odd behaviors just as we humans do. Or have you had other experiences to suggest it was more than it seemed?" His tone was mildly curious as though examining a new thought with a manner of one on the search, a good seat.

"I have spent a great deal of the past year...capturing...animals. To eat, you know? And that bird was acting very odd." Heathcliff looks around the club to discern whether any of the patrons were giving he and Hector an undue amount of attention.

Hector slows at Heathcliff's remarks, wondering if there was more to his new companion or if he was just odd. Well, he thought, there is more than one way to skin someone. "I'll take your word on the bird. But really, you're a hunter? I wouldn't have pegged you for the country camping sort, when by your clothes you'd be fine with wine and a good well cooked meal. Unless you're talking about having Korean style meat?" His smile was waning just a little bit as the conversation began to turn a bit this way or that while his eyes seemed to take in everything with a reserved sort of fierceness.