Victor wanted to blame Michelle for it, but the fact was that she had no idea what she'd walked the two of them into, fairly early in the festival. Running into Phoebe should have been expected, the lack of foresight really irked Victor, annoyance at his own decisions were particularly uncomfortable, perhaps because that occurrence was usually rare. Nonetheless, the easiest quick fix method was to take a break from the festival and return to it after things settled down a little bit. He wasn't even sure if they'd settle down in time. Despite all the prowess the Garett had shown, the demon had still not agreed to share his powers with the man. Doubt had begun to rise in the fire wielder's mind, one that he really had to work hard at suppressing, simply because Lucifer's presence existed within his mind and soul, which gave the demon access to all of the man. Doubt would surely not aid in this scenario...
So here the man was, without warning turning away from yet another seeming ally... Slowly, over the course of the day that followed their little tryst with Phoebe he had wound up his meager belongings and then, now, in the dead of night, he left the tent. Vic left the dark-haired tempestuous woman lying in her make-shift bed as he ushered himself out of the tent they had rented. Once again, he hadn't quite used his well-sharpened wit, she would know and she would follow. The only missing piece of the puzzle, was that the knowledge of Lucifer's existence within the body of Victor, was one that Michelle knew off to... His life sure had a way of being rather convoluted and interesting.
==Exit==