The girl was tiny compared to him, just under his line of sight. Her short violet hair stood out most about her, only bested by the way her eyes widened when she saw him.

"Luke?" She managed out, staring him up and down.

Clive frowned. She was definitely confused. But she didn't seem to be in the wrong place if she thought he was Luke. He could deceive her with ease, but something about the innocent way she stared at him that chased the malicious thought away. He couldn't hurt her.

"That's not me." The young man shook his head, pushing the bangs out of his dark, sleep deprived eyes. "The name is Clive."

When he said that, the gears seemed to click in the woman's head. He watched as she stumbled back in the slightest, realizing to whom she was speaking too.

"That Clive? The one who... who..."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the door frame. Her reaction went exactly as he expected. She thought he was a monster. She was right.

"Yes, that's me. The one who destroyed London. But how may I help you?"

The young woman nodded, blinking. She slipped an envelope from her purse. It seemed to be expensive. A rich girl indeed.

"My name is Katia Anderson. I need to see the professor about a... family affair." She held out a hand carefully, much to his surprise. She wasn't afraid of him? Or was she just that good at hiding it? Intriguing, to say the least. "Is he here?"

"No. But please come inside. He ought to be home some time." He didn't know that but he wasn't going to let her be scared away by him.

There was hesitating but she nodded nonetheless. Clive took her hand, noting how small and delicate it was. He lead her to the parlor of the professor's flat, leading her to the sofa and sitting her down. Her pear green eyes stared at him, scanning him. Was she scared? Or simply curious?

"So what is this family affair you speak of?" He looked towards Katia, sitting across from her.

"My grandfather... passed away. I found his will and the professor and Luke were mentioned in it. It's... urgent to say the least. I'd tell you more but I'm afraid that's confidential." She folded her arms, clutching her forearms close to her body.

"Confidential? Your grandfather must have been an interesting man." He raised an eyebrow.

She looked straight at him, smiling for the first time. It was a genuine smile, unlike anyone else he'd seen before. "He truly was."

They went on like this for some time more, making quiet chat. Soon enough it was late in the night and the professor was still nowhere to be seen. Clive placed a few calls to his office, yet received no answer. He should visit the university.

"Katia, I suggest you retire to wherever you're residing here in London. I need to look for the professor and I'm a bit concerned. It may be unsafe for a lady like you." He slipped on his jacket and hat.

"I'm afraid I'm not leaving until this is taken care of. I'm coming with you."

He couldn't bear to tell her no.