Darius looked at Chris in surprise as he flipped from one thought to another. Had he gotten into something before they'd hung out? He almost agreed as getting the constable seemed like a good idea to clean up the mess...

Oh no no no..

Darius couldn't let him get the constable. They'd see the boot and know he'd hit him. It was a clear case of murder right? It was his strike that knocked the man to his death under the horse and wheels.

He grabbed Chris ' arm tightly, far more than he'd ever dared before and looked at him with desperate eyes.
"Pleas, Chris. No! Let's go somewhere else.. anywhere else. And..the painting..." he gave a silent but quick nod. He didn't want to, but the image was burned in his brain. Certainly it could be immortalized on canvas. He gulped and frowned tugging delicately and prayed he didn't lash out at him.

"Let me.. get my boot and we'll go. Anywhere you want!" That was a very dangerous offer but anything was better than this.