#with........timothy

Upon his family’s return to London, Nalan had returned to business as usual. The day time hours were spent with the family business, which now included the running's of the barony, even if Kavika did not ask him, Nalan still felt it was his duty to do so as the eldest son. Evenings of course were reserved for his own entertainment but for that it was either picking from Harris's List or indulging in the delights of brooks, but for this evening, Brook’s had won out. Nalan had been lounging in a chair, in the middle of the gentleman’s club as he let the warmth of his drink set in his chest as he exhaled a slow ribbon of smoke when he spotted Timothy De Vere walking in. “Mr De Vere, do join me unless you are still nursing some ill-gotten grievance against me? It is a shame if so, I did hear that Americans were normally known for their resilience or is that a mischaracterisation?” Nalan, for whatever reason, felt a little superior to Mr De Vere, despite them both being on equal footing in terms of rank and fortune. The world knew of the De Vere trains and it appeared that every single country would have them sooner than later. “Surely you would like to put our past behind you, perhaps I can even try and persuade one of my sisters to allow you to court them?”