Samael didn't hesitate for even a moment when he was given the chance to walk away from the embarrassing scene.
They slipped into the crowd as if they'd never been there at all, and the chatter quickly returned, most people forgetting about them almost instantly.
Samael's shoulders dropped, and he shook his head. "Uriel, you are… strange."
Uriel's smile deepened. "You ought to learn how to handle eccentric and strange clients, Sam."
Samael resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I suppose I do."
He refocused. "Earlier, you asked what made me think you were a potential client. It's your attire."
Uriel felt his curiosity stir. "Oh?"
"You have the looks of a Noble Knight, yet none of the attire or power—"
"You're saying I look weak? That's harsh."
"—and none of the etiquette." Samael ignored Uriel's words of feigned hurt. "So, I assumed you were from beyond the city."
