Balthazar let Gabriel pretend that he was in control of his situation, walking at a more moderate pace than he normally would. He could've been an absolute dick about the situation, poked fun here and there, but for once he was just letting things be. He considered it some form of payback for when Gabriel had dragged him into the caravan, barely able to stand.

"The drag club, correct? Its owner is interesting, to say the least." When Liam had told him the bar was part drag show, Balthazar didn't bat an eye. He thought maybe a normal person would, but Balthazar barely had any sense of gender roles outside of sex. He was technically sexless, after all, and it's not like his vessel seemed to have any preference. "I've been once or twice." When he wasn't drowning himself. "I like it. Other than the club, the coffee shop, and your caravan, I really haven't seen much. The rings of the city are big, if nothing else."