Darius happened to be leaving said house when he noticed a very familiar face. A grin came upon his face as he saw him, hands in his pockets. "Lost? I believe you don't belong around here, right? Or are you going somewhere?"

Oh great. Twit was back. "With all due respect, ser," he had none for the young man, "taking a walk is hardly som't I'd have to answer for."

Darius rose a brow then shrugged. "Fine." He started to walk along side him.

Simon frowned. What a nuisance. "What exactly is yer problem?"

Darius smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "What makes you think I have a problem?"

Simon stopped. He didn't want to show up late. Hurley might pay less. And he had to be home on time so father wouldn't ask questions. But this guy was a real pain. "What do you want?"

Darius smiled more. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Simon rolled his eyes and started walking again. Hurley could deal with this.

Darius hummed as he walked cheerfully.

Simon entered Hurley's garden.