[ Since Ignacio had bought him out of the arena, Rafa has had to keep his profile low. Especially now, with rumours of an attack on the arena so prevalent. He's still angry enough that he's minded to join them when it happens, but for now, he must remain anonymous.

Still, staying indoors has never sat well with him. Crowds provide as good a hiding place as any, so he dresses in the colourful ridiculousness of the Primus class and ties his hair up inside a large-brimmed hat, and he fits in nicely. He's on the hunt for his fledgling, having spent too long in this world without him. He knows Kavinsky as well as anyone, and for that reason it's the bars he hits first. Eventually, after trawling several with no luck, he spots the familiar slope of Kavinsky's back.

Everyone here is all about relationships. He comes up behind his fledgling and slides his hand over his back. Then he moves in close, tipping his head up just a little to let Kavinsky see his face. ]

Here you are. If you have no spouse with you tonight, do you mind if I play the part? I am good at it, I'm told.