Freya shrugged. He didn't care for the reasons, purpose or goal this corporation had. It was completely and utterly pointless to him, hunting down scary mages using old heroes and what not. Just nonsense. Why go through all of that when you can just click the trigger and blow their brains out? Easiest way to go about things, after all. And now he'd grown bored of the conversation, dropping his fake interest in a second. Atleast he had an umbrella he could open, despite them being inside, just for the style. He much enjoyed the looks of Victorian style noblewomen, after all. [color=bc8dbf]"I don't do magic, it feels too cowardly." [/color] Was his last response to the last remark. He'd already decided he'd not dig into magic stuff. It sounded so boring.

With a hand covering his lips while yawning, Freya heard a fast yet controlled pace behind them. Turning his head slightly, he noticed the girl moving towards them with a cheerful pace. [i]Dear, no...[/i] He muttered softly to himself, turning his head back again while the now open umbrella covered his upper body. He was not in the mood for chat, hopefully this went by quickly. And it did, atleadt for now, [color=bc8dbf]"Yes, we are."[/color] He responded, his effeminate tone still lingering, as if his words were as soft as high quality pillows. But he did not turn to phase the female, nor Leon, he simply kept walking. And for some reason, he realized he could wear high heels better in mud and root-filled passages in forests than on the hard concrete floors.