Uriel shifted his gaze from observing Ona and Lucius's whisperings towards the Councillor and Deadhel, his mild and soft expression taking on a razored edge by his narrowing eyes and faint, contemptuous and warning smirk. "To my knowledge, [i]my lady[/i], the only one here with any familiarity with me is Lucius alone. As for 'my ambitions'," he continued with a slight sweep of his hand in the direction of the two next to him, "those are and [i]shall remain[/i] my own affair save that I am here to ensure Lucius's wellbeing."

"And regarding that matter," Uriel said in turning to regard Lucius, "There is another route I suggest we consider. We risk discovery many times over going through the whole of the castle and a fairly... dangerous and unpleasant assent as she can attest," the young man said while pointing to the Chevalier. "Clambering up walls slick with feces and risking infection, disease and being caught as we siphon through the narrow entryway to only then sneak through the entirety of the Palais... or we can ascend by another means. The seaside cliffs with comparatively little guard will put us much closer to our actual destination. While it carries its own risks..."

With a step to the side, the half-breed brought his hand up for all to see as it began to glow and crackle, the air shimmering and humming with heat and sparks for the fire and lightning rousing around it. His eyes stayed locked to Lucius's as he pushed his hand forward to touch the wall-save it found naught to touch as the plasma weathered it away before extinguishing to leave a flat, charred yet reliable hold for his hand. "... I can greatly mitigate them," he finished, the low, determined fire still burning in his gaze.
[i]Please... this is safest way... and the one that will most reliably let me slip away...[/i]