Alcide tilted his head one way, then the other, smiling, well, like a Cheshire Cat. Dark alleyways didn't bother him in the slightest. Why would they? If things ever got bad, he could leave. Plus, the dark was nothing to be scared of. Neither were dragons, even if they did (as Nyx claimed) look frightening. So long as the place would feed him, he liked it. And besides... That neon sign was pretty....
Alcide stared at it for a couple moments before fading off of Jericho's back and on to the sign. He was *just* light enough for it not to collapse, and Alcide took advantage of this fact in order to poke at the already-dying sign. It flicked and buzzed with each prod, which made the Cheshire Cat laugh. "I like your place, Nyxie - nice nice like rice mice!" Alcide called down to her, a gleeful expression on his face.