He'd been too cautious lately and wasn't about to stop any time soon. Betrayal was yet the least thing on his mind, but it never hurt to be too careful. Besides, if he was actually being careful.. he wouldn't be meeting an Exorcist outside a cafe in broad daylight. Friend, they called each other.

A sardonic word, and a sardonic smile.

"Neither of us have that luxury, now, do we?" His gaze lingered on the back of Marian's book, more for something to look at than in interest. The smile turned almost apologetic. "..I had to be sure we weren't followed."

I'm not sure who to trust anymore. And I'm running out of time to find out.