the winter knight;

"Jack Thayer, director of the ISA," he said, paused for a moment and as it was a relatively knew organization, he added for clarification: "Inter-Species Affairs. I’m here as a cursory gesture, a bridge between human law enforcement and any regulatory systems, courts, practices, etc, that those of other ‘Person’ status have."

[ That would have been-- well, some kind of insult, if said underling had expected an audience with Adelaide. Winter doesn't pretend to actually understand half the reasoning behind magical tradition. He just follows it. ]

I wish we could reciprocate the gesture.

[ But like he said, she's in a meeting; as he's the second-in-command, Mr. Thayer will just have to make do.

That said, Winter does stand, slowly offering Mr. Thayer not a handshake, but a hand over his heart and a quarter of a bow from behind the desk-- more informal than a traditional clasp of hands and touch of fingertips to palms, but he doesn't think that the man knows that particular gesture. ]

Winter, at your service. I guess the... ISA-- [ why's he never heard of them again? they must be new ] --is already aware of our presence as a large network of vampires, then.

[She’s trying very hard not to hit you.]

They have a history. I’ve no doubt that if he comes after us, the Seer will follow. And bring Viola and Aurel with. 

We won't survive a second war, as long as Metis has that blonde.

[Metis is just rolling with this. And smirking. Which grows wider and the next statement.]

[Shh, you can change them in a bit we are bitching right now, and that’s much more important.]

[ Winter, I'm not even going to dignify that horseshit with a narration tag. ]

That’s fine. I was just scoping out Adelaide’s newest pet.

[ ...Says about the only real human with real circulation in a coven full of undead blood-drinkers. Yeah, that makes sense. Really, I think Winter's just dead inside at this point if this is how he reacts to this sort of thing. ]

Idiot. I ought to stab you, but knowing my luck this week you’d just wake up again.

[Winter I hope you know if she were any less than what she is she’d be crying. Or have punched you. Instead you get a glare and bitter jokes.]

[ Yeah, let's put it that way. Seriously, his socks are ruined. ]