Chris is there when Amelia nods to him and the man turns. He's pulled the shadows of the alley closer and made his eyes black as voids as his wings stretch out to fill the alley wall to wall. The smile he offers is sharp and feral as Chris takes his hands from his pockets.

"Run...or beg, you worthless filth. Beg for a mercy you don't deserve and we'll see who's the better man."

There's a flash of hatred in Jacob's eyes and Chris can see how he seems to gather himself up and storm towards Chris even as the cleric doesn't move. "I don't beg to uppity subs, especially monster-fuckers like you. I bet you jerk it to him being a fucking little freak. He deserved it."

Chris' smile seems to flicker wider, unnaturally so and he cocks his head to the side. A single hand reaches slowly out towards the guard and there's a flicker of uncertain fear in the man's eyes Chris cherishes. Jacob's hand makes for the power nullifier under his jacket and at his hip and Chris doesn't pause in his movement, confident his accomplice would make short work of the man's pathetic comforts.

"Wrong answer."