Sylvus cringes a little at the sight of the bloody scene in the photograph. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked back down at Mary, who seemed to want it back. He gave an audible gulp, then stuffed the picture into his robe. Kneeling down to her level, he whispered to her, "If you want it back, follow me, kay?" He took another look around the bar, realizing that more and more people starting looking at him strange. "Come on, lets go." he said, getting up and walking back towards where his mug is, avoiding eye contact with anyone else and keeping an eye on her.