Hands going up to take the initiative in voicing the intention to investigate the park offset Luciel's previous enthusiasm. It would have been nice to go for a walk with maybe one or two people tagging along, though the idea of exposure to Katherine's abrasiveness seemed...well, others were more inclined to go. As imperceptive to personalities as he'd like to think he was, he had his limits. The park was more suited for the day, anyway, since some awfully weird things went on at night. The mystery of the mystery was potentially lacking in mysteriousness, and as Lucille spoke up about going to the temple/shrine, whatever they called it here, he figured it'd be better to work off of as much information as he could get.
The way he saw it, though the motherly vampire had experience with kids, the situation could quickly turn ugly if the spirits were volatile enough. Spirits only being a stone's throw away from demons, he was loathe to consider letting the woman deal with ill mannered children by herself.

Luciel finished his drink, standing with the lemon wedge which he chomped on as he made to follow, spitting the seed into a napkin which he pocketed for later. With trembling eyes and a cringe from the sourness, he turned away from the rest of the group to play it off cool while wrestling with his composure.
The tavern had started to get weird anyway, what with individuals showing up and trying to sell the snake oil version of potentially magical trinkets. Even if he had the money, Luciel silently despaired at the idea of anyone buying such things when they would likely need them in a pinch. It'd be a mess if even a single item in the character's wares turned out to be junk when a chaser needed it.

[color=8882be]"Ehem, madam Lucille...?"[/color] the albino called after Lucille, making to follow her out. [color=8882be]"If I may accompany you? Eit vould be best to haf allies, even vith matters zeht...ehrm..."[/color] he began, lifting a hand from his pocket to scratch at the bridge of his nose that was visible from how the scarf came up to his eyes as he looked away. [color=8882be]"...Zeht vould ohzervize be your expertise?"[/color] Luciel tried to word in the continuation of his offer, his accent coming off thick in his discomfort with being the one to speak up. Exposed to the dim ambiance of distant neon lights, the snow white tinge of the coat faded to a deep charcoal grey.
The awkwardness of Luciel's drawn out offer dawned on him and he cleared his throat to try again. [color=8882be]"My I assist you vith zeh temple?"[/color] he simply asked, looking back to Lucille with more composure to his tone.
It was usually strange when Luciel was the one to speak up, though picking missions didn't favor those with passive demeanors and he found it appropriate enough of an occasion to swallow his tendencies in order to potentially protect one of the few hunters he cared for. However, knowing so much about Luciel would hint to his offer being a suggestion of a 'plan b' if her approach didn't pan out, since the albino wasn't noted to be the best with diplomacy; a weakness which he figured Lucille could easily make up for.
Luciel simply wanted the night to go easily since the hope of payment made his stomach quietly growl, sufficiently muffled behind the fabric of the coat which began to curl in small tendrils at the edges.