Voltaire had been on the streets his entire life and so he knew when something didn't feel right. The subtle signs he just barely managed to  pick up. Quite frankly, it irritated him that the mention of his familia's name would cause such reactions. Voltaire reasoned that they knew something he didn't. Doris seemed to know Solome, so maybe he would ask him later.

He responded to Doris's request with all his bravado, as if making a promise. [color=7ea7d8][b]"We will be sure to do that." [/b][/color]

A blank expression washed over his face as he was called 'beautiful'. It was not a word ever used to describe him, only ladies, so he took minor offence to it. 

He glanced at Astella as she walked by with a minor look of confusion at the vague information she gave, watching as the group of women walked away. With their absence came a feeling of reprieve that Koph shared with him. His muscles relaxed and he felt less on edge, though he pondered what was meant by 'something good'. His attention turned to his partner as she seemed to share the same thought [color=7ea7d8][b]"Could mean anything. I say we check it out."[/b][/color] Voltaire didn't quite trust her but there was no reason she would put them in grave danger. Still, he would definitely remain on guard.