"Yes, we won't leave much," he agrees. He'll take some blood. He won't exsanguinate. Not fully. If there are two or more there, he can be more circumspect.

He's equally watchful, senses extended, ears tuned for any hums of electronics or unnatural sounds. He nods at her question and tips his chin subtly in a direction to the East.

"I have his scent. I won't lose it." For all of that, he doesn't speed up, doesn't give an outward sign of the fact he's getting more excited. The anticipation is such an enjoyable time. It's more so with her since he knows he can rely on her now. He can tend to his own side of it.

There aren't as many out as the last time they hunted. It makes not standing out a bit more of a challenge but finding the target a bit less. Again, he simply tips his chin up and angles it. The man is walking with a determined stride and both hands shoved into his thin jacket pockets. It's a city issued jacket, the kind for the realignment staff, not the SIN guards. "I trust you'll keep him in sight. I'll see you at the house."

He peels away and even without using his powers, he's difficult to spot once he finds shadow, harder yet to hear.