In order to better see the new mark on his neck beyond a few notches and lines, all Tyki would have to do is move his high collar a bit . . . or wait for Allen to shift just right. There are no other physical changes, but he clearly hasn't slept in a while, and he's clearly been living on the streets for a solid month.

"You could think of it as a vacation," Allen answers lightly, his eyes turned to the Big Top's roof in thought. He turns with Tyki, trying to keep his body language and tone casual, make it more like a conversation. Allen doesn't much like being circled in such a predatory way, and he certainly isn't fond of showing Tyki his back. "Or a chance for change."

Allen returns his gaze to Tyki, steadfast and even for a flash of a moment. It's an echo of that hopefully determined hardness in his eyes from the second time they met. "Everyone here is different. Some aren't even human, but everyone is on the same side. Maybe you could make friends."

Whatever storm is brewing in his head, at least he still has those eyes.