Looking up from the freshly dead kill on the ground, Kit shrugged nonchalantly. "I hate performing on an empty stomach," he admitted, carefully moving around the woman and approaching Ilinca. He could still smell her blood, enticing and delicious, but his appetite was sated for now. Plus he was more than aware of what had happened to the men who had attempted to take from her in the past.
"The city has its perks," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. After a quick glance around, he continued. "Would you prefer to be alone? I figure that's why you've come here, of all places."