Come With Me And You'll See

Watching eagerly, Faye covered her lips, eyes darting from Quinn to the man. As soon as he began to squirm, she tightened her hand to her face. However, the moment he sprang forth like a jack in the box, she burst into a fit of giggles, her hand slamming on the counter, nearly knocking her half-empty glass over.

Others in the bar chuckled and a few even tried to help. However, things quickly got out of control as a glass of vodka tonic instead of water was thrown on the man. Those close to the man jumped back, trying to avoid the flames.

"What fuckin' bell ends!" Quinn half sniffled. He hadn't expected anyone to be dumb enough to actually slosh their drink all over the guy's ass. "We got frosty the fuckin' snowman over here!" Of course a few of the drunks in the bar cackled along with them at the snowman comment, earning him a dirty look from the bartender, not that he cared.

Eden didn't really know why she had stuck her neck out like that for a stranger. It was a thrill, sure, but she didn't have to. Maybe it had been the way that Quinn looked at his ex, or how he tried to hide the hurt by distracting himself with her. Either way, she'd acted on impulse and now the two of them were fleeing the scene she'd created. "I hate cheaters, no good two timing assholes." She seethed, despite never being cheated on herself. She never saw the appeal, why others would choose to sneak around rather than communicate that they wanted out or their needs weren't being properly met.

"It was kinda funny." She agreed. "I hope they enjoy the sticky karma they got." Grenadine and sprite on skin and fabric would be enough of an annoyance, but the woman hoped that the other would remember what it felt to be the one cheated on. Even if the man she was with wasn't cheating on her - she didn't know that and now the seed had been planted.

He reached into one of his jacket pockets, pulling out a smaller, very nice jewelry box, one you might put a necklace in. "Jus' glad I found out before I gave her this." It occurred to him that things like this were probably the reason she'd bothered to stick around.

He held out the box to Eden. "You know what? You have it. Dunno what I'd do with it anyway."

Inside was a simple gold necklace with an orange sapphire pendant. It certainly wasn't cheap costume jewelry.

Tilting his head, he looked around briefly before carefully wrapping an arm around him. "Walk with me and tell me where you'd like to go. I'll be your guide, and you can decide whether you should take someone at their word about telling you what they are," he chuckled quietly. A dragon indeed. He certainly felt the part of a hoarder at times, it was part of the job after all.

Right now? He wanted away from the stuffy company he'd been abandoned to entertain. It seemed he'd get what he hoped for, for now. He gently kept one of his hands on the other to help himself be able to follow his movement in conjunction with the arm he'd wrapped around him already.

"The auctioneer?" He asked, rhetorically. "Then I suppose we're both here on business then." Even if they were very different lines of work.

Hearing that Sirus wanted to find out if his theories were correct was also an interesting thing to take note of. If he had wants and desires at all beyond his functional purpose, it was another argument in his favor. But Isaac couldn't be sure if he wanted it simply because Isaac had given him the task or if he actually wanted it for his own genuine curiosity.

"Would you like to be numbed first?" He asked, using a marker made just for such a thing to draw out where he'd take the sample from. It was longer than it was wide, for stitching up purposes. He didn't have the means to graft skin at the moment until he was able to replicate what Isaac already had. This was more for Isaac's benefit than his own. He knew exactly where he'd cut and he wouldn't forget it. He hoped it would lend itself to Isaac trusting him more throughout the process if he knew where and just how much.

She leaned into Austin, taking in the comfort of having his arm around her.

He shook his head, giving all this time of day thing some thought.

What sort of schedule do you keep? I'm not keeping you up am I? He asked, realizing Helene might usually be resting at this hour. And perhaps any of her staff that were also of the vampiric sort.

From the foyer sitting room, Helene followed a long rug to the right of the fireplace into the East Wing of the castle, and then began her slow trek down the long hallway. In the mornings she couldn't enter some of the halls here until nearly the afternoon, and there was a worn path along the west wall that showed where she and others had walked to avoid the sun during the day, but the stone was worn smooth on either side of the rug regardless.

He moved slowly, but with careful intention in every step. While his body did move more smoothly with the help of the fresh blood, he was still pieced together with parts that were not his own. He had to put effort into all of his movements to keep them all working together as they should.

Stepping away to gather a list of his own and set about getting the samplers started, he scanned the tearoom itself in case anyone seemed to need anything, before taking down some notes of the season's current favourites. "Hm? Well, this might be selfish, but my mother... she used to be the baker here," he paused briefly, "she made a couple of types of cookies that were favourites of mine growing up. I mean, I was a kid so I didn't exactly have a taste for more elevated treats," he laughed quietly. "But... earl grey and white chocolate was always a favourite of mine," Tabor admitted, his voice an almost conspiratorial whisper as he spoke.