Praetor decided to step outside for a moment and clear his head, as he did he stopped one of the Blackmoore girls leaned up against the wall. Deciding it couldn't harm anything he spoke to Emilia. "Nice night isn't it? Air isn't as clean as I like it but New York has a charm to wouldn't you agree?" He spoke softly without the authority he normally carried, he was trying to be nice and make pleasant conversation as best he could.