Sal watched Flauros move nimbly and seat himself on the back of the bench, skimming over the demon's cheerful small talk of lesbian sex and gender identity problems. Instead she glimpsed quickly at wear she had two cameras wired up on either side of the building standing behind him. There had been another camera there, but it had been dismantled long ago.
She was going to cut him off and excuse herself so she could get back to work - any potential plans she had brewing in her head being squashed by her dedication to her undercover operation. But when Flauros presented her with an idea, she returned her gaze to him, eyes deep blue as opposed to steel grey.
"Ooh, it has ideas." She teased as she finally traipsed across the road and then leaned against the lamp post. "Go on. Your audience is hooked, so reel 'em in."