"There were a fair few parties that agreed," he noted lightly as he vigorously dried his hair, "But you can't really get far walking down Hollywood Boulevard in the nude. Much as you might want to." He paused for a moment, frowning. Damn, every one of those people was dead now - except a few of the Kindred, of course.
Alright, towel martial arts there. Part of his brain wanted to scream that shouldn't be physically possible but who knew what a trained fighter and fucking magician could do with a towel. So Ariel just let himself be pulled, turning to face Amadeus again. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment before responding with a soft, pleading, "Just... Don't let me die? I didn't pick this life but I'm not ready to give it up just yet." It was the only acknowledgement of the risks he was going to put out there.