Lucas sat in his chair silently, looking quite uncomfortable among the group of strangers. His dark eyes hardly wavered as they stared intently at David, not being too discrete at all. He only broke his stare when the woman, Priscilla, spoken to him and David using that weird voice trick. Lucas huffed as she warned him about being out and about. He could take care of himself. However, he didn't miss the words said to David. That was a pretty solid confirmation of his suspicions, as far as he was concerned. If the mage could see it too, then David must still have the demon in him somehow.

Lucas wasn't interested in sticking around to hear the story that he already knew. He couldn't risk this mage woman prying into his abilities any further, especially not with the demon possessed man right there with them. It appeared that said demon was dormant, but if it felt threatened by his presence, then it might decide to flee the man's body, or even kill him. If it got away, it could be weeks before Lucas caught up to it again. He needed to get home to tell Father Walter about this, and maybe even get Seymour involved. 

Lucas stood up from his chair, so suddenly that his legs bumped the table and his chair screeched on the wood floors. A few people turned to look at them. He readjusted his scarf so that it was securely wrapped around his face and quickly turned to make his way out of the cafe. The sun was starting to set outside, and a couple police cars sped by the cafe with their lights flashing. Lucas paused to let them rush by before crossing the street. His mind was locked onto the thought of a powerful demon, likely capable of taking a human life, and possibly even his own should he try to face it alone, being on the loose.