Emrys laughed, shaking his head. “I’m kidding. While I’m not a killer, you don’t seem the type okay with me beating the shit out of people, and that’s my method. It’s interesting you offered though. Might want to be a bit more selective about these things. I could’ve been a murderer.”
“Okay. Whatever works is fine. If you’re ever in a tight spot and need some help, my number is on that card. Don’t hesitate to give me a call, yeah?” Cisco said as he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket. He glanced at his watch before looking back up to the man. “Thanks again for your help, but I’m running late. Good luck with uh, everything.” He said before turning around a jogging down the alley toward the busy, bustling street.
