The man would shrug a shoulder, flicking his wrist to the side as wisps of shadows would waft around, another cigarette formed in his hand. He would raise it to his lips, tossing the now-empty glass in his hand to the side, the glass shattering on impact with the ground. Shoving one hand in his pocket, he would snap his fingers with the other, the cigarette lighting as he follows them, right behind the woman, eyes hidden behind his bangs but he'd be staring at her ass. "So, uh...Any idea where we're headin'?" He'd ask, shaking his head, "Cuz if ya don't I could always take ya to my place, I know a short-cut." He would direct this to the both of them, suddenly veering off he would walk toward the wall of the nearest building, shadows draped down the side. He would continue to walk, and suddenly, just phase into the shadows. The shadows would swirl, solidifying into a solid black-oak door where he had entered, the handle made from ivory. Eilik's voice could be heard through the door, "Don't worry, it doesn't bite."