@masterxtiernan
Another shift finished, and Cyril was ready to head home. His bed was screaming his name after a long day of dealing with drunken fools, though really he didn't mind it too much. A distraction if anything, something to keep him from getting lost in his head so he worked. He worked hard, even worked extra hours if it was needed, not for the money but simply for the escape it provided. He had money, that wasn't an issue thanks to that old bastard. Truly it just gave him a purpose. Somewhere people expected him to be, a job to do that he chose willingly.
He had just tugged his flannel on over his shoulders, ready for the walk to the small house he had purchased, but when he exited the staff room and made his way towards the exit he was stopped. "I'm off the clock-" He stopped himself when his eyes lifted and his mind processed who he was looking at. Damn it. Another damn councilman. He had made sure to put all their faces to memory after his time spent with the councilman of Spain, just so he didn't leave himself guessing next time. Now, it was apparently next time already.
"Councilman," He cleared his throat, posture stiffening slightly. "I assume you're enjoying yourself? Is there something I can help you with before I head home for the night?" He questioned, raising a brow. He hoped it would be something simple, something he could do within minutes and be out, but the look in his eyes made him brace himself for more than that.