*[EXT. COBBLESTONE CITY STREET – MID-MORNING]*
*The hustle and bustle of the human realm flow through the street—vendors calling, horses trotting, steampunk-style gears clinking in the background. Among the movement, we see *MODEUS*, standing with his arms crossed, leaning on a lamppost. His usual regal, ominous attire is replaced with something more… "normal" —a dark trench coat, high boots, and a somewhat outdated but classy shirt that still gives *ancient vampire lord lost at Comic-Con* vibes.*
*Across the street, *MIA* appears—half-walking, half-jogging toward him. She's dressed in her usual stylish, semi-tactical gear but this time toned down for casual touring. Her expression is half amusement, half mock irritation.*
*MIA (teasingly, while walking up):*
"Well, well, look who showed up *early* to his own execution. Trying to break character?"
*MODEUS (dryly, smirking):*
"Forgive me. I was led to believe mortals are *notoriously* late. Yet here I am—waiting."
*MIA (scanning his outfit):*
"Nice outfit, Dracula. You look like a time traveler with trust issues."
*MODEUS:*
"Hmph. I could say the same. You dress like a hunter who ran out of bullets and chose fashion."
*They both share a sarcastic look, neither breaking character.*
*MODEUS (with a fake sigh):*"Well then… what took so long? Are ladies always this slow when trying to *impress* their enemies?"
*MIA (raising a brow):*
"*Impress*? Please. If I wanted to impress you, I'd show up with your head on a pike."
*MODEUS (smirking):*
"Ah, romance in the human realm is more violent than I expected."
*MIA (crossing arms):*
"You done flirting or should I come back in five?"
*MODEUS (straight face):*
"No need. I'll adjust my charm output. Now—*tour guide mode*, if you please."
*Mia blinks, then suddenly remembers.*
*MIA:*
"Wait… I just realized something."
*MODEUS:*
"You're allergic to civility?"
*MIA:*
"Very funny. I never asked for your name."
*MODEUS (tilting his head slightly):*
"Modeus. Lord Modeus El Kovar. Second Sovereign of Abaddon Ha'Sheol."
*MIA:*
"...That's a mouthful."
*MODEUS (smirking again):*
"Consider it a freebie. Technically, you just got an answer without using up one of your three questions. I must be in a generous mood."
*MIA (mock gasping):*
"A *generous* demon? What next? A vampire who pays taxes?"
*MODEUS (pretending to ponder):*
"You never know. This realm is full of strange customs."
*They begin walking toward a parked *clockwork carriage*, its engine humming with magical gears.*
*MODEUS (as they walk):*"And what of the woman who stalked me for days? The one who kicked in tavern doors, tracked my presence like a bloodhound in a perfume shop?"
*MIA (rolling her eyes):*
"The name's Mia Constantine. And I wasn't stalking—I was *strategically observing*... while planning your potential doom."
*MODEUS (smiling faintly):*
"Charming. Shall we then?"
*He gestures to the open carriage door. Mia steps in first, raising a brow.*
*MIA:*
"If you try anything shady in there, I will stab you. Tour deal or not."
*MODEUS (climbing in after her):*
"Understood. No stabbing during daylight hours."
*They sit side by side as the carriage driver nods and the vehicle rolls off.*
*MIA (under her breath):*
"This is gonna be the weirdest field report of my life..."
*MODEUS (softly):*
"Mine too."
*FADE OUT.*