It only takes a few moments to convey his wishes before he leaves and he knows from the way that the handler’s eyes take in his tier gems and the feather that marks him as Crimson Elite that he will be obeyed. There are not many who are willing to defy direct orders from an individual of his tier and skill set and that fact is something that Josiah uses shamelessly in this situation. He moves seamlessly through the bustling street outside the pleasure house, gaze as watchful as always and his stride eating up the sidewalk as he moves to the charging station where he’d stored his transport. He enters his pass code to release the locks that keep his sleek black model grounded and is inside in a quick series of fluid movements and queuing up the startup sequence in seconds. Once he’s settled Josiah takes a moment to prepare, to roll his shoulders and stretch his neck in an effort get into the correct frame of mind for the task ahead. He stops after a few seconds and reaches down to activate his p.a.t.c.h.
