The Archer would sigh heavily as some honied words filled his brain as his fangs dripped back into pace. The open wounds in the air would close as he who bore the Heavenly Chains would bind them tightly back into his essence. The unusually cold atmosphere between them was cuttable with a dagger as the man in black spoke plainly, "[u][b]You lies, keep them. I don't want to hear any more of your twisted excuses... [/b][/u]" Clearly Esfandiyār was done listening to this conversation and turned his back on her. The blacken clad shoulders were broad and muscular, imposing like a steel wall. 

After a quick discussion with his Master telepathically he'd tell the nosy Rider a meeting place and time. Adding mentally to no one but himself that he'd make sure to notch an arrow with her name on it as soon as he'd been given the chance. Then without the dignity of a farewell the Golden servant would vanish into mist. Seconds later his presence would fade from the surrounding area allowing the Cavalry servant to feel at ease with herself. Death had retreated for now.


 [center][h3][color=6ecff6]Boston[/color] Park Plaza
June 29th, 2022
Mirage [color=6ecff6]Umbral[/color] Waltz[/h3][/center]


For all his Master's strengths the bowman thought he was a fool for letting the Rider servant off so easily. Though perhaps it was his own bitterness that was filling him with such thoughts. No matter, Archer thought as he watched his Master from a vantage point a just over ten dozen meters from the hotel. A distance his arrows could close in an instant. In his fashionable suit no less he'd keep his sharp eyes primed on his precious boss. Deigning that his glowing eyes would cause too much of a stir he'd play the scout for now as well as watch for anything suspicious. Then again perhaps a lone male hanging his legs off the edge of a skyscraper was somewhat odd as well, "[u][b]Master... I'd request you not indulge in Liquor too much. I'm already questioning your wit as it is.[/b][/u]"