[Liethell]

"Good." He nods. Blessedly, they find a parking spot soon enough, and Liet is one of the first to hop out. He digs underneath he seat and produces a long, white can. A blind an's cane. He reaches out to Vincent. "Come on then. Don't mind the cane, it's just to keep up my reputation above ground." He smiles.
Harold steps around the car to let Trissie out. He kisses the back of her hand and links his arm in hers to lead her to the sidewalk, all of which she accepts with a shining smile. The whole routine is so gentlemanly, it's hard to believe he was a few seconds from losing his temper earlier in the day. "We'll meet you a little later, Liethell. You know where." He rumbles as he speaks and places a few coins in the parking meter. Before long, he's gone...