The Corinthian had been rather ... occupied was the word. With Daniel's sudden nonpresence, however, he was able to breathe easier. Not only that, but he found himself... more like himself. None of those stupid expectations hanging over his head. Of course, a part of him was deeply confused, disturbed and angry. That part was ignored as he wandered Paixao. Stupid blondes. Stupid blue eyes. The very thought of munching on them made him vaguely ill.

...ah. Now what was that. The Corinthian's eyes, well, not-eyes, were caught by a shine of silver. There seemed to be a lot of silver haired people running around, hm? He wandered closer, not attempting to be subtle, but not making his presence too obvious yet. Ah. Interesting. Now this guy reminded him of Kadaj, but certainly did not look exactly like him.

Finding a place to stand, the Corinthian positioned himself to observe, and perhaps engage the man in conversation. tch. He was sure those stupid non-people things were around as well. They were such empty shells, there was nothing there. Not even the shreds of fear. It annoyed him.