Eurus was a man for certain, and the ministrations of the salt upon her flesh added with the tongue that licked it clean filled his mind with vows of chastity. He turned away slowly to survey the scene around them. "Events were accelerated due the politician whom I was watching's need to indulge in little boys. It was beyond me to sit and simply watch." He paused, looking back at her. "I am hoping that L'eredit? understands, for my orders were to stay the killing blow until receiving orders, but this I could not do. There are just some things that are in god's hands. This was one of them."

Erie had spent enough time around Eurus to understand the Italian word L'eredit?, translated to 'The Legacy.' "Ahhh..." Her throaty exclamation of understanding was a pleasurable sound all of its own, whispery rough as if hoarsened by screaming. "Cleaning the world one cesspit at a time, Eurus?" She poured another shot, well aware that her system was backwards than the common lick it, suck it, slam it that usually accompanied tequila. Those who knew her were aware that this was one of those idiosyncrasies that made up her personality and when asked she was known to respond with a descriptive explanation of the pleasure she found in salty flesh. The dart of her tongue across her skin wettened it again for the reapplication of salt as she readied round two, her breath still hissing from the burn of the last one. "When you come for me, mon chasseur, to rid the world of my evil, promise me you'll make me scream." There was something unhinged and darkly chaotic in her gaze as she made the request as sweetly as one asked for a goodbye kiss.

He considered her request momentarily as he watched the madness in her gaze. He found the chaos that lurked within her charming and calming all at once, as though his world of order needed some sense of upheaval, and that just her way of thinking added enough of it to keep him satisfied. "Prometto, bella. You will sing death's song loudly." Thin lips again creased into a smile, and Eurus finished off the water. "Did Boreas have any specific orders for me? Certainly he knew that you would be running into me later on."

"Of course he did." Teasing his staid principals was part of their dance. She was his opposite in many ways and when with him for extended periods of time she found herself unable to do anything but respond in time honored traditional ways. She was quirky and chaotic, unbalanced and unpredictable because it was the negative reflection of him, everything on the left side to his right. She tossed the shot with the whip of her head extending the slender white column of her throat for his to take, to slash a ribbon of red across as if gifting her with an expensive necklace of inexplicable charm. The lime was claimed and her white teeth crushed the silky delicate strands of the citrus fruit before those demonically desirous lips caressed her own flesh again, her tongue clearly flickering out to lick greedily at the salt.

As the span of her throat came into view his gaze instantly fell to the thin straw that idly bobbled within his empty glass. How easily it would be, with but a flick of his thumb, to pierce the jugular and spill the lifeblood of Erie all across the table. With a toss of the napkin holder to his left he could stagger the watchman who walked by, shedding three bullets from the gun holstered in his breast into him, and disappearing into nothingness as the crowd around them erupted into a storm of disaster.

How easy.

He blinked away the imagery and laced his fingers together upon his lap, a tilt of his head showing inquiry. "And?"

The slow spread of her lips from her teeth was indecent really. The smile incandescent in its pure unadulterated enjoyment, as if she had been a participant in his envisioned bloodshed. The sweet burn of the liquor was weaving its stupor-inducing calm and she practically poured herself back into the frame of her chair, relaxing in a gliding of curvy soft flesh that beckoned. "Oh some idle threat about you not attending the reunion. I'm not sure I recall exactly."

Eurus had thought that she might be joking, though when dealing with one overcome by insanity, such as Erie, he had to be certain. Her teasing drew a grin. "Well then I will most assuredly make the next one." He uncrossed his legs and slowly pulled himself upward out of his seat, eyes still locked upon her. "I suppose I should be on my way. If you don't have any plans later on come and join me at that dance hall we found last week. I would love to spin you across the floor once more."

She sighed with very real pleasure at the thought of his dancing skills - which most assuredly translated in the moves of a paramour, yet he was celibate. This surely was a twist of humor by the fates, darkly perverse. "Dancing sounds most enjoyable." Her smoky gaze promising that she would use the opportunity to incite them both into fiery heights of lust.

With easy steps the assassin moved around the table, reaching out to draw from the centerpiece one of the ornate and colorful flowers. He pinched it at the stem so that only the bloom remained, and slid it carefully into her jagged blonde hair, just behind the ear. "Addio, bella." He whispered, and after a hesitant moment turned and started away.

Held still, suspended, even her breath whispered to a halt within her chest as she awaited his gift. His hands, elegant and chivalrous had dealt more death than any plague she had been blamed for and it was part fear that held her frozen, but the heat in her smoky gaze revealed that it was just as much desire. She watched him as he watched her, only breathing after he stepped away, whispering in her smoky voice a rejoinder, "Au revoir, mon chassuer."

His steps were even and calculated, as though every one of them had been preordained. He could feel the tingle in his fingers - the urge to drive the sharp stem into the side of her neck and end her life - begin to dull as he put distance between them, though that didn't stop him from sliding his hands into his jacket pockets. He stepped into the gathered crowd that made its way along the cobbled street of the marketplace, and between blinks...was gone.