[Getting in character right now, eh? Very well. Ithaqua swallows to clear his throat, and steps away from Urianger and Bruno to simulate the potential distance between the two parties on the stage.

He's learned from his script that his character is the calculating sort, but one who kills simply for the joy of it, the thrill of planning a hunt and then getting away with it, hence why he toys with the detectives so much-- Ithaqua thinks he can put a little of himself into that. Killing is fun, after all.

Then he adopts a pose, leaning on the nearest wall like a man with so little care in the world-- because he knows the world will part for him.]

Yes, indeed. [His voice is deeper than it normally is, he's really working to sell the illusion here. After all, his character is a nobleman, a fellow born rich, and hides his face for his escapades-- and, of course, older than Ithaqua portrays himself as. However, working himself like this has given him a bit of a rasp as well. His throat is going to be sore one they get to the actual play.

Worth it, though.]

Detectives, if I may make a suggestion... You'd be served better by being inside, and watching the people instead. [Then he begins to stroll past them, arrogantly adjusting his nonexistent sleeve cuffs.]