Cece almost felt sorry for the man. She let him blather on for almost half an hour about the watch; he was clearly attempting to make up some lie to cover up why he really wanted it. He was very bad at lying.
“Monsieur,” she said finally, “this watch is a relic of Parisian history. My family has been after it for years for its historical significance.”
The man who called himself Abraham was momentarily speechless. “Historical significance?” he asked blankly.
“But of course! Or rather, how significantly it is able to change history.” She smiled at her own wit as Abe's eyes widened. “But thank you for putting in such an entertaining effort to convince me otherwise. I stayed in the hopes that you might prove to be more interesting, but now I suppose I must leave you. I would not recommend following me--not unless you fancy starving to death in these lovely catacombs.”
Cece smirked and turned away, confident she could outrun him if he tried to chase her--which he wouldn't. But she stumbled backwards into his arms when a shrieking woman appeared out of nowhere and slammed into her face-first.