"Using what you have learned from me about showing off, however, would mean-" He looks up.

And sighs, smile fading into a look of vague irritation. "Uninvited guests are always so rude."

His brightness flares slightly, only slightly, against the darkness: a small warning. Dead of the Second Precinct should be able to tell what he is, if not specifically what he is.

The two of them keep walking towards the nearing sound of rushing water that marks the First Gate.