As grand as the City of the Night once was, as grand a title as it has, like every other structure, it has areas not meant for public consumption, the areas where the work and effort to create something goes on. As a sole occupant, Mayerling spent more time in those areas, often as tight as this air vent, than he did in once grand ballrooms and promenades.

Yes, Mayerling projects softly directly into Sharon's mind (and her mind only), so his voice does not contribute to the noise that could give them away. After a small pause, he adds, Should you even barely whisper, so low a human could not hear you, I will. Not a threat, simply a way to protect them both.

He is unsure whether he would prefer to be in front, to protect them from whatever dangers they may come across, or in back as he is, to protect them from what may follow them. There is no way to know which direction the greatest danger may come from. His cloak stays tensed around him, ready to spring into action, though Mayerling hopes no action comes.