Tyki eyed him, then glanced around. They were completely alone now, and as Tyki turned back to face Devit, he allowed his true face to show. His skin darkened along with his clothes, and he pulled off his glasses and pushed his hair back out of his face, taming it with a few swipes of his gloved hands.

"What's this all about, Devit?" he asked seriously, grinding the battered cigarette he'd been smoking under one perfect leather heel.