Which meant...

Oh no.

He hurried out of Roland's suite in trajectory for Gareth's, banging on the door urgently. Last he knew Gareth and Bradley were both out dealing with Spring Mischief magic so hopefully –– hopefully –– that hadn't changed, especially with the former more than the latter. And thankfully it was Adrasia who answered in his own body, Finn's features on his friend's face scrunching as he scrutinized his appearance. Oh. So that's what he looked like from other points of view. His lips pressed into a slight frown for a moment and then he met his friend's gaze, his own somewhat apologetic.

"Sorry, this is rather awkward, like?" he said, scratching at the side of his neck. "How're you, erm... doin', I guess?"

"Wow," he breathed out, his mouth curving into a smile while green eyes did a quick, respectful once over up close and then back to meeting Adrasia's masked gaze. "I'm sure this isn't the first time you'd hear how incredible you look tonight. The color suits you." He cleared his throat briefly. "How's your dance card looking tonight?"

It wasn't hard to notice the celestial slave he'd had so much fun with last time, Adrasia dressed in a cloth that hid very little of his divine body and the slave seemed to be struggling with keeping up. He was about to have some new struggles as Raphael popped open a portal to collect the wings he'd plucked off the younger's back not too long ago and had them made into a costume piece. For now he removed his polo shirt and letterman jacket as he donned the white wings as if they were his own and moved towards his prey with a charming smile plastered on his features.

"Aren't you looking just absolutely heavenly this evening," the ghoul all but purred, immediately right in Adrasia's space. His dark eyes flickered deliberately over every inch of the exposed skin, lingering on what wasn't shown, and back up again. "You almost remind me of Dionysus. Is it ironic, angel, that you're dressed as a god?"

He'd been dancing with his sire, which was rare for him to do in any setting, but it was a holiday, one Raphael enjoyed when he broke off to get a drink. It was there he saw a slave, one he'd not met face to face. Lucien wasn't one to ever go to the undercroft save for the rarest of occasions never caring for the filth of it and thinking he was far above it and those that resided there.

The costume he didn't recognize, really it could be anything with how generic it was. There was a disinterest in his gaze as it roamed over the collared creature. "What is it you're meant to be, a decoration?" He posed leaning on the bar not having to give his order because the bartender knew it. He was Lucien Gaudet after all.

He'd already started prepping and cooking the other's requested meal, a couple pots and pans on the stove in the kitchen. It'd been a minute since he went Mexican, though he had no complaints on spicy food. Hearing Adrasia at the door, Finn folded and tightly tied his robe closed around himself as he walked through the house to answer it, ensuring he was as covered as he could be by the time he opened the door. "I'd say 'don't start' but I think it's a little too bright and impossible to ignore, isn't it?" he sighed. He backed away from the door so that the other slave could get out of the cold and into the warmed house. "Look, this probably isn't the worst situation you've seen me in." Best to get it out of the way and then move off it for the rest of the night.

He hadn't seen Adrasia in his headcount of all the slaves turning in. Something gnawed at his gut at that, something in the back of his mind tried to worry until he remembered perhaps he'd been rented by someone for the evening. He quickly checked the rental logs and breathed a sigh of relief seeing him under the Belgian councilman's name. Was it ridiculous for him to even be concerned when he bet Adrasia could easily handle himself? Maybe, maybe not. Krovs Castle really was the worst of the worst here and all the slaves were kept powerless so they couldn't fight back. Or they at least had less of a chance of winning any fight any slave was stupid enough to try. Adrasia seemed wise enough to pick his battles, Manny hoped.

He'd settled in at the guard checkpoint since the few rented slaves would be returning this evening. Adrasia one of them, the shifter's head raising mid-yawn when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey," he greeted Adrasia with a tired smile. It'd been a long night and even it showed on the slave, Manny's smile fading somewhat while his brows furrowed slightly. "Everything okay?"

Regardless, he was at the point of wandering through the party in search of anyone he knew. His shielded gaze landed on a familiar figure dressed in white and gold barely hidden away from everyone else underneath the shade of the large trees in the grove.

"Adrasia," he greeted the celestial slave as he approached withe a smile, already feeling some relief from the sun within shadows. His gaze briefly drifted over the other's ensemble and then back up. Manny's joyful expression faded a little noting the lack of it in Adrasia's features. "Everything all right? You seem a bit... off."