Oh, To Live in Your Thoughts

"Well, I knew the both of them by the time the night was over," Cami relented with a laugh.

Finally tiring of the game, he flopped down into an armchair accross from the bed and waited. When she finally stirred he let out a satisfied little laugh. "Come on now, poppet. How long are you going to pretend you don't know I'm here?"

So she was purposeful in her movements to rest her arms atop her knees, tilting her head to take Marcus in properly then. "Making house calls now? You really would have made a good solicitor in another life."

He walked a circle around her. A mist of his own following in his wake. “And I have to wonder… for what purpose? You can’t save him. You can’t even save yourself.” He sent a wave of dark murky magic at her. It licked along her skin. Through he hair. “And now… I’ll have two.”

Marcus' mist simultaneously washed over her like the cold of death and the flames of hell in tandem, but Cami refused to allow Marcus the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead she turned to face him again, leaning in so she was merely inches apart from him as she flashed him a winning smile. "Go fuck yourself." Her expression dropped into more of a glare then as her eyes glowed again and she ripped herself out of Chance's mind for now.

He reappeared to retrieve Chance up off the floor. “There we arrrreeee…” He said, settling for simply scooping him up rather than tugging him along with him. “Cami, doll.” He called to her. “Do hurry up… can’t leave Xypher to play the diplomat. He’s terrible at it.”

Her smile only deepened as Vexx called out to her. "Boys, boys, boys..." She flitted her fingers up then, making the walls of her magic extend upwards until it closed over her and Marcus, encompassing them into a dome now that was slowly shrinking in on them. "What was it you were saying before? I seem to recall something about me being a bitch and not knowing what I was getting myself into?"

Chance let out a choked sob, clutching at his throat uselessly as the words tumbled from his lips. “Death. Pain. Agony. Despair.”

"Oh, I know several things. One, you are entirely too comfortable in your vague presumption of control here. Two, you don't know what hornet's nest you've decided to kick into our back garden. Three, your little henchmen came up woefully short in managing little more than pissing myself and my family off. Four, you've met Magnus by now, judging by the fact that you have enough focus and energy to exert into this. Five, since Magnus isn't here to collect Chance, you've come to some sort of agreement. Six, whatever agreement that may be doesn't prevent my being here to become the biggest thorn in your side if that's what it should take for me to get you to shut. The fuck. Up." Cami paused her slow pursuit then, with her mist occupying roughly three quarters of the space. A slight edge of a smirk tugging at her lips and she raised a brow at Marcus. "Care to add anything helpful? From your own lips this time, of course."

At her tease he offered her a pouty pucker of his lips. “Me and these suds are picky tippers you know.” He purred as he moved forward to the opposite side of the tub where she stood. He considered her for a moment then raised a brow. “Funny… I always thought you were a frilly girl. Now these little winged hearts…” He growled playfully, catching her by the hips and jerking her against the tub. “Make me crazy.”

Her hands halted in their movements as Damon brought himself closer to her, contenting herself in tormenting him all the further for now. But the swift movement melted a bit of her composure into laughter. Cami brought her hands up to gently tug on his dampened hair, her eyes dancing with amusement as she did. "Frilly? Never. But if you like these, I could think of a few more that would have had you swooning like a debutante," she teased, leaning down then to where her lips were just barely ghosting across his as she whispered. "I would ask you to promise not to rip them... but I don't really care."

"Business is highly subjective in the matters of passionate escapades. So spill."

"So you can live vicariously through my recounting all of the sordid details? No, no," Cami began, leaning further towards Magnus with a trademark sort of playfulness in her expression. "You deserve to be the one having passionate escapades of your own--and some romance wouldn't go amiss either, for what it's worth."

"Certainly not." He replied, leaning in a little closer. "Have you looked at me? I'm quite the catch. In fact...you would be lucky to have kept my attention this long."

"Well, in that case I'll have to be certain I make the most out of the time I do have with your precious attention."

“Hard to get and busy are two very different things, my darling.”

“Only when I’m looking to impress my host. Although you seem to have left out the part about the dress code… or lack thereof,” she pointed out, giving him a visible up-down and wink even despite the obscuring bubbles.

"Did I?" He mused, giving her his best smolder over the rim of his glass. "Must've...." He dropped the glass into the bubbles. "Slipped my mind...."

Cami couldn’t help but smirk a bit at his reply. She moved to set the new bottle just beside Damon so that her hands were free and then set about removing her clothes in a teasingly slow fashion. “Well, there’s something to be said for getting to watch instead.” She paused, just in her underwear now as she shot him a playful look. “Even more fun to help… unless you’re too busy with your suds.”

“And you’ve still yet to give me anything specific to go off of for me to accurately answer if I’ve seen them… do you see my confusion?”

Laszlo leaned in a little closer, the flash of a fang in his slowly revealed smile. "Oh? Are you not able to see him? Not a very good telepath are you? I'll have to tell my master not to bother with you. He's only interested in useful warlocks."

“Who said I was even trying?” Cali retorted, not moving even an inch. His scare tactics were annoying at best. She gave the vampire an evident up down glance. “And your master’s opinion is the least of my concern. Because clearly he doesn’t know the definition of usefulness if you’re so helpless on your own that you need to seek me out.”

“Of course, gorgeous. I thought you’d never ask.”

"Ah...so I was correct. You have been eyeing the buffet tonight. Lucky me to have caught the attention f the temptress." He paused to give her a once over himself. "Lucky me..." He repeated a little softer.

“Can you blame me?” She all but purred, mirroring his expression.

"Where do I sign up?"

“Are you on a suicide mission? Or just stupid?”

"With you and alcohol involved?"

“Aw since when have you been one to judge, Branson?” She lifted up her hands in a playful sort of triumph. “I’m your favourite life of the party.”