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As the man turned around to look at him, Lorne could do nothing but pull his hands back and dispel the illusion, attempting to get distance from the obviously incensed... smiling man. Why the hell was he smiling? That was actually terrifying. Lorne placed the knife behind his back in a vain attempt to hide it from the man, while placing a hand on his mask and offering a bow.

[color=Mediumpurple]"Sorry sir, I noticed that your harness was a little tight so I was attempting to fix it for you,"[/color] he lied politely, hopefully he'd be able to do some damage control, though that was looking less likely. Nervously, Lorne fingered the amulet that rested on his milk-colored and scarred throat, carrying a long and hideous scar from when he died. [color=Mediumpurple]"My apologies if you mistook it for something else, I'm just trying to help out."[/color]

He also noticed the woman that the man had been talking to and offered her a tip of his hood, it was always good for a prince like he had been to be polite, though his wife probably wouldn't have agreed there. Not to say he wasn't loyal, even two hundred years later he had honored her memory, and had never taken another to bed, it was the least he could do.