Laurent grinned with a face full of fangs, feeling the Shit\'s reaction to mention of the blond in the back of his mind. It wasn\'t as if the Zalmric couldn\'t hunt the girl down himself, with or without Nikolai\'s help. But help would save him quite a bit of time and trouble, both that the man had quite an excess of. And if he really wanted, he could have trailed the Pretty French Boy for a few days to reap some more fruitful bounty. But again, these things took time. Why should he waste more time when he had his own little \'spy\' to do the work for him?
The Captain shifted his gaze from the tip of the smoldering cigarette to the face of the vampire. He was really getting sick of the eyeliner. The man didn\'t speak until he took another lazy drag, slowly eying the other\'s body with dying interest. "You know as well as I do that you have an Extraordinary Talent of finding things out." His eyes drilled intently into Nikolai\'s in a challenge, as if boasting a trump card. Laurent laughed deeply in his throat, letting the cigarette fall to the ground and crushing it with the toe of his boot.
"I am giving you no more then a week. I want proof that she is still alive and valid information of her whereabouts," Laurent straightened his back, looking directly into Nikolai\'s face before continuing to speak in a controlled tone, "And remember, Princess, I will be watching." He didn\'t give even a fraction of a second of hesitation. As the last words left his lips, the Zalmric\'s skin shifted nearly instantaneously into feathers, his form melting into that of something resembling a large crow or raven. The Bird flapped its wings once, enough to lift it into the air, and took off into the sky without looking back to the earth.