Jude looked at the other with a bored expression on his face, “Why hasn’t anyone killed you yet, you’re very annoying.” He pointed out, because it seemed to think that he was right, nothing bothered him and that everything would go his way despite having just stepped foot back into a city where everything was spiralling downwards. “No. I don’t and the reason for that is because I tend not to remember things about those who I don’t care about, or even recall too much about. You’re a small spot on my memory.” Because despite being immortal in person, his memories were not and he tended to keep a hold of the ones that were important to him and not one’s about people he saw as not being important. “That’s because you haven’t been here, give it a couple of weeks and the Nephilim will find you dead in an alley somewhere and have no idea what happened, I’d also make sure that you went down alone. Too messy otherwise.” Jude looked at the other perplexed before shaking his head, “One, we’re not old friends, two, I’m not wasting my money on the likes of you and three, I’d much rather you find out the disaster of the shadow world in New York first hand.”
“From what I recall, you say that about oh... everyone.” Tobias reminded him with a little smirk on his lips. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy getting under Jude’s skin. In fact, sometimes it was worth going out of his way just to do just that. “A spot on your memory hm? That cuts pretty deep Dolohov. I’m sure I can remind you of just who I am though.” And it wouldn’t be a spot then. It would be bright and irritating; probably like a rash. “You’re so optimistic. I’m interested to see the changes you’re talking about but I have no intentions of dying any time soon. I wouldn’t bet against me.”