As they walk together, he glances down at Alaric's uncharacteristic luggage. He raises an eyebrow. "You know, that looks like a suitcase I once had, before it mysteriously disappeared..." he muses offhandedly, before giving the young scoundrel a knowing smirk. He then returns his attention to the matter at hand...
Alaric looks down at the lilac suitcase and grins, thinking back on the older woman it was stolen from. “Figures these would be your colors,” he says the grin spreading from ear to ear. Then with mock concern, “But just to be clear my good friend, that’s not how I feel about you.”