"And a heart never lies." It's not a question, but a statement of fact. Thoughtful now, he taps a finger against his lower lip, sending the trailing sleeves of his shirt fluttering in the night's stillness.

It's time.

"Do you need an escort through the darkness, Lady Ingress?" Now he leans to whisper into her ear. "I'm beholden to Lord Portico." His voice is soft; no one else gets to hear about his debts or about those who owe him favors. That's a good portion of London Below. He's been offering his assistance -- in exchange for favors -- for a very long time.