"Fella you can play outside the door, I have no problems with that, but the cops come around to shuffle you on, I'm oblivious to your existence, catch me?" Al tipped his head at the man and offered him his sharp angled grin.
Halo lazily swiveled on the stool, half facing Protege, "Sorry kid, colour me several shades of selfish, but I got enough merde to wade through in my own dimension and there is a whole new crop just about fit to fall right in my lap. Next time I have a spare five minutes when I'm not having to dig my way out of the great Cleveland steamer that is sitting on the chest of this fine city I'll look you up, until that time I'm afraid you'll have to do without this girl's talents."
Halo devoted her attention back to the slowly receding jug of Shirley Temple, cradling it like it was a newborn. Her cerulean eyes scanned the embodiment of darkness beside her, she noted how he seemed to have shrugged off a portion of the gloom that had been surrounding him. She smiled weakly at him as she rested her forehead against her palm, "The sufferings here, the wait is gone. The streets are filled with a hollow song. Got a new death it lurks outside, follows me home, waiting for me", she shook her head and pressed her palms to her eyes.