"W-well, I rarely see people out at this time. And I have Bruce with me, so I’m pretty well equipped if I was to be attacked." He gestured to the Gliscor propped up on his shoulder, who stayed perched and watching with intrigue at the taller man, "I like to make sure people are okay, that’s all. Even if it can be a little unsafe."
"Besides, I’m sure if you’re heading the way I am, then we’d probably be acquainted in some manner." Cocking an eyebrow at him, he catiously stepped forward, still having his hands in his coat pockets, "I’m just going to work; you have nothing to fear. Besides, I’m about a dangerous as a Butterfree stuck on a marshamallow."
Lysandre looked the other man over thoroughly. He didn't trust him, but perhaps walking with a partner would make him least likely to be spotted. "I am fine, monsieur, you do not need to worry about this stranger. As for my direction..."
The redhead looks back in the direction he'd origionally been headed in. This had only been a detour, really. A bigger detour might work in his advantage. "Perhaps walking together would prove to be worthwhile."













