Hyacinthe continued to curse under his breath when it became obvious that the man standing next to the man he ran into wasn't the type to let life's little randomnesses pass him up. Or maybe he was just a 'nice guy', of which Hya was certain didn't exist.
Niceness was a choice, not a character trait. At least as far as Hyacinthe was concerned.
Though, there was something about the tone of this man's voice, the easily offered hand and the choice of the words themselves that made Hyacinthe think he wasn't exactly 'nice'. Stupid perhaps, naive definitely, but not 'nice'. Hyacinthe continued to glower, not wanting to take the offered hand, but not wanting to stand up and fall down again. He had no use for this man's sympathy and was tired to being noticed. Being noticed wasn't good.
She knew a good thing when she saw it. Even if her host had yet to. He could be trained. She had to show him, show him how to take advantage of what was around him to better attain his goals. He was smart and could learn, she just had to show him the way.
It was all too easy to take control. She calmly knocked Hyacinthe's soul aside, not into recession as she had previously when she needed his body, but letting him stay aware. This time he fought, it was worthless though, she was and would always be stronger than her host. She knew how to pick them. Lanoir always knew a good thing when she saw it, and hated letting such good things go untapped.
"Learn." She told him. "It's better to work smarter, not harder."
She didn't let him reply. She was teaching, she didn't want to hear any of his input on what she was trying to teach him. Not yet anyway, now it would be all objection. She had to show him how it worked first, let him see just how handy it could be, before she would let him object.
Hyacinthe's eyes were already dark in color, though the hints of blue in them seemed to vanish with the glower on his face. A hint of a smile crossed his face, a bit ashamed and a grateful at the same time. He took the man's offered hand and stood, using the other to brush off his skirts.
"T'ank you," It was so hard for her to imitate her host's accent, but this time it was necessary. She couldn't let these men hear him talk in two different ways, it would make them suspicious. "You must excuse me, I do not travel vell."