As boring as the entire intervention had been, his exit had been even less amusing. He had discreetly slipped away while men in uniforms were entering the studio, something he had not expected. Funnily enough, Karma had a lot coming at him this week. A lot of unexpected shit that he always regretted barging in on out of mere curiosity. Fast forward to the aftermath of successfully escaping without an issue, Karma's attention was once again piqued by an interesting show. The cute saint from before was causing another commotion. Hadn't she had enough? Then again, things looked different now. She was trying to get away, a police officer had captured her and the situation finally clicked in the mind of the man. Karma snickered. This was certainly a show he would rather not intrude on. Right? He wasn't so sure about that. No, of course, he wasn't.

Blame it on the involuntary jerk of his legs, but in less than a second, Karma found himself standing in the middle of the action. His expression was a mix of confusion and surprise, and his body went stiff for a second, almost as if he was internally questioning himself what the hell he was doing here. Of course, in a brief visual exchange with the man gripping into Hikaru, Karma broke out of his train of thought and gave his best scoff.

"Where the hell have you been?" Karma sneered with shoulders hunched forward, his eyes sharply narrowed to glare down at the shorter woman. "I've been looking for you all over the streets. You got lost again?" It was ironic, being the one on the asking side of this question for once. Finally, his head tilted back to direct his gaze at the officer who was still holding the little saint's arm. Throwing a heavy arm around the woman's neck and another hand firmly on the shoulder of the officer, Karma snickered: "Officer, I apologize if my girlfriend here did something to disturb you. She keeps getting helplessly lost and distracted, it's fucking annoying. What would she do without me, right?" The man shot a smirk down at the woman, hoping the message would get across. Not the message implying he was saving her, he concluded she would figure that on her own. No, this one was more of a cocky, thank-me-later, kind of message suggesting she owed him one. Well, that if his plan worked, of course. If not, he could probably take the less boring, more messy way but he doubted she would like that.

"Not to mention, you must be burning up on this hot summer day," Karma's fingers gently pressed against the shoulder of the officer, his eyes staring right into the eyes of the man, a menacing yet calm smirk resting on his face "how about you let this one slip and she'll be out of your way in no time. It's honestly fuckin' crazy how much you guys put up with intruding civilians, huh." Through his fingertips, however, was a projection of heat being carried to the body of the cop. In less than a minute, he would heat up and truly come to feel today's weather, which Karma hoped would make him at least uncomfortable or dizzy.

Karma's time was officially up and it was time to hit the road. He wasted no time to spare the girl a glance, let alone an answer. Instead, his head perked up to look in the other side for a potential escape route. The streets of Los Angeles were quite relentless, each district serving its own maze, the man had come to learn. It was only a matter of time before he would learn the inside and outsides of the streets. Which he was slowly already starting to do. It only took him a second to find a small alleyway before his reflexes kicked in. With no precaution, he spun around and scooped her up just to toss her on one of his shoulder, his body acting on his instincts and making a run for it.

"Don't waste your breath trying to struggle, you'll thank me later." He gave a quick warning. Karma wasn't truly assuming she would, he was simply making sure she wouldn't. He figured she was weak either way judging by her cute but very much fragile looking form, and therefore needed not to worry about her putting up a fight. That's why, he made sure instead to not have his body on a too high temperature as he always did so she would not end up getting hurt, burned or something along those lines.

He paced towards the alleyway ignoring the warnings and threats he was receiving. At this point, it was not only the police yelling at him, but also vehicle drivers that almost ended up hitting the man while he nonchalantly dashed through the traffic. It was when he had finally entered the alleyway, some officers already chasing him, that he conveniently found a half open door. Kicking it gently he made sure to rush in and shut it before he noticed yet another conveniently placed staircase.

"Huh, guess it's your lucky day, Saint." He snickered before he tightened the grip on her waist, his other hand holding the lower part of her thigh in place. Climbing it, at a fairly relaxed pace might one add, he soon found himself on the roof of the building, a full view of the streets they had just been on coming into sight. "It really is your fuckin' lucky day. Must be God's interest in you." He mumbled the last part, his grip finally loosening.

Karma didn't drop her just yet, in fact, he was willing to hold her in his grip for as long as it took to get a proper reaction. He wasn't looking for any specific one, nor was his intention to bring her here to aggravate her. It was strange, the reason as to why he wanted a reaction was mostly religious wise. He was curious about what sort of soul she carried and if it was as pure as he was slowly starting to think.

"Hey, you want me to put you down so you can escape without thanking me? Sounds lame." He sighed almost as if in disappointment, an instinctive shrug rocking his shoulders. "You're too nice to those police officers, what would've you done if they had wrongfully arrested you? Guess you should be happy I was there to take you in their place, huh." At this point, Karma had very much coincidentally spotted a small enclosed building which he assumed was a stairwell. It was an enclosed box that resembled a studio or something, only a tinted window showing the insides of it. It took him a moment but eventually, he concluded it wouldn't hurt to make sure the police wouldn't stumble upon them while randomly checking the roof. Therefore, the idea of appearing like a total creep or pervert went over his head and straight into the trash bin, his arm already tightening its grip on the lady. Stepping up to the metal door, Karma made no effort to check for its lock, his leg kicking it open on reflex.

He finally dropped the girl to the floor when he had to turn around and firmly shut the door. To his luck, the room appeared nothing that of a stairwell, the only other exit being the tightly sealed window. This did not go as planned, the man thought for a moment as he brought his hand to scratch at his head. Raising an eyebrow he checked his dark surroundings, nothing but a few boxes, electric wires and the Saint in sight. He wondered how long it would take for the police to stop looking for them.

"Well, looks like a good place to wait it out," he crossed his arms as his body leaned calmly against the metal door, "in the meanwhile, you could give me a nice show to express your gratitude." Karma's eyes narrowed tiredly, his body way too relaxed to be standing next to a mage. What left his slightly smirk-formed mouth was not meant to sound as corrupt as it did. The man, completely oblivious of the context those words could hold, stared casually at the woman until it hit him. "Oh, not in a strange way or anything." He somewhat repaired the misleading request. Or tried to, at least.

Karma raised an eyebrow. He wasn't exactly used to any form of gratitude expect for the exaggerated, overly done one that his authority used to frighteningly force people to. Usually, the barest minimum he did or granted resulted in people on their knees bowing and thanking him in the most disgraceful of ways. Simply because he was the child of a feared king. It wasn't bad, in terms of respect and luxury. But he had grown so accustomed to it that a simple "thank you" was almost a thrill to his ears for a change. This woman, however, Karma was unsure if she was even expressing gratitude. The thought made him lose his attention on her for a short moment, failing to notice she was approaching the door he was very much blocking by leaning against.

"Is that your way of thanking me?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his tone. It was incredible how the smallest of things could drive him to deliberation sometimes. His mind stopped dwelling on the thought once he noticed the modest smile on her face. "You know, it wasn't even my intention to do more than watch those officers try to take you. Still, I made the irrational mistake of saving you so now I'm also in trouble, you know. And I wouldn't want to hurt anyone for the sake of escape. Besides, how's a little princess like you going to escape a group of trained men?" Karma had lazily crossed his arms by now, his large figure still blocking the exit. He wasn't smiling anymore, his gaze deadpanned.

Once he noticed the distance close between the woman and the door behind him, the man moved away, his eyes following her. He wasn't planning on trapping her against her will or anything along those lines, especially not with what she said next.

"You can fly? That's stupid, why didn't you do so earlier then?" The man rested his arms behind his neck, a small sense of curiosity crawling over him as usual. It almost made him want to roll his eye. He had saved—saved a random lady, gotten himself into unneeded trouble in a world he was still unfamiliar with just to be told she was fully capable of escaping on her own. Through flight.

"Well, that was not just a mistake, but also a waste on my part."

Karma listened to her explanation, only a small hint of curiosity showing as he watched her walk away. He wasn't intent on stopping her, not after her confession, but he wasn't pleased with the response nor the results. Sure, she was certainly a saint and even an angel at this point, but Karma still found it hard to comprehend her mindset, as common as it was in this world. In all honesty, he had never grown to witness such morality let alone such altruism, the mere idea of it had become alien to him.

In the beginning, his radical parents were the sole guidance of his childhood, and none of their decisions served any humane purpose. At least not according to the commoners of his kingdom. After his teenage years that were mostly spent praying in bed with a severe fever, he grew to think that his God was his only direction in life and without his miracle, Karma would've never survived the drastic months of his body boiling to a terminal point. So, when he had received his duty from his Lord, moral codes were to be broken if he was to carry it out, and how long did it often take a man to lose his sane perception of morality after years of consistent manslaughter?

Back to point, the man was slightly dumbfounded on what to respond. He followed her outside, seemingly forgetting the circumstances he was under, before halting a short distance behind the woman. Her words didn't progress throughout his mind until she mentioned the word 'police'. His head slowly perked up at that, his eyes that had previously gazed far in the distance glancing up to her. Had he not been in such deep thought, he would've snicker at her statement and perhaps made a joke out of it. Maybe opted her to try and then pretended like she was hurting him just to get a worried, angel-like reaction out of her.

"Academy? Nah, I'm good. Sorry for keeping you against your will and all that, didn't know you were capable of flight." He mumbled, his previous persona dispensing completely, for reasons he had yet to figure. "I'm good though, I can manage on my own. " He continued, a thought crossing his mind. He wanted to ask for her name but he couldn't find the effort to utter the words. He contemplated it, he truly did. But he decided against it. After all, he'd probably stumble onto her in the future, right? And maybe then he would be able to ask for her name.

"I guess so can you—manage on your own that is."