Come to play?

At that, his lips stretched into a grin. Danny knew he was conventionally attractive. It was how he got a good many of his marks back when he'd been free. It might be a detriment here, though, especially if a powerful elder councilman was eyeing him. But Danny could play the game. He could be nice. He could wait.

He shook his head once. No, there was nothing he wanted to say to Eros more on the subject. Danny was a serial murderer but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to run his mouth and give the elder the excuse to do something extreme. He was still trying to even gauge what he was down here for.

A slight pout formed on the master's face before being replaced by a grin. "Nothing, a shame." he hummed. Eros knew that there was more that the ghost wanted to say but was choosing to keep the information to himself, it didn't matter to him. He would get that information later on, he was in no rush.

Finn growled deep in his throat, glaring hot at Eros as he snatched the councilman's wrist before it could any closer to his head. He could still move his arms better than his legs in this thing constricting him. It would be so easy to light Eros up with hell fire right here and now... not fucking worth it though considering his current situation. "I'm not twirlin' for you," he said sternly, letting go of the other's arm. "You have legs, you want to see the whole thing, you can circle 'round." That was as much of a compromise Finn was willing to give to the man who held no claim or power over him. Not unless he chose to get Gareth involved.

"Such a shame." Eros replied with a slight pout, glancing at his wrist in the familiar's hand and he chuckled. "Come now, why so hostile?" The councilman asked as he circled the smaller man, eyeing the other like a piece of meat before stopping in front of the demon. "You look good, very good." Reaching up to pinch the boy's cheek before pulling away so Finn couldn't snatch his wrist again. "Miss me, little demon?"

Finn's eyes immediately narrowed at Eros behind his mask. It might've been a minute since he had the pleasure of seeing the strigoi, but tonight wasn't much of a pleasure for him now. It'd been a long day before he shuffled into the ballroom, the familiar started getting ready earlier this morning just for one fucking night. Was it the worst thing Gareth could have done to him doing all this shit to him? No. Yet maybe getting whipped again wouldn't have been so bad...

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he shook his head and smiled down at him. "now now now, little demon. Has your master not taught you any manners? No wonder you get punished so much." The strigoi smiled and reached down to rub at the fabric of the others dress with two fingers. "Oh I would like to see you try to hurt me, Winchester." His smile turning into a sinister grin as he eyed the other behind his mask, he wanted the familiar to give him a reason to punish him. "Now, twirl." His hand coming up to tug at the others hair just to be a little shit.

"Of course you don't," Danny replied before he could stop himself. He bit his tongue on what wanted to come next. Of course the councilman, of course the powerful one, didn't think this was a shitty situation. The ghost's smile stayed perfectly where it was as he tilted his head and shrugged until his shoulder touched his ear. It gave him a coquettish look, a disarming one. It was what Danny thought looked innocent.

"Is there more that you want to say on the subject, little slave?" Eros asked with an amused smile on his face, seeing that Danny had bit back the rest of what he wanted to say. The look that the ghost gave by raising his shoulders high enough that it touched his ears and smiled, he shook his head. The look was definitely disarming.

Danny tilted his head the other way at Eros. He knew him from sight. How could he not? Eros was one of the eldest that sat on the council. Danny wasn't the most caught up on the goings-on of the different council members but he at least knew who most of them were. Even still, his attitude didn't change. He lounged back and kept up his little smile.

"I guess that depends on where you're standing since I don't consider this a shitty situation." The elder replied with a simple shrug and continued to examine the slave in front of him. Of course Eros had read the file on the ghost in front of him but the strigoi was a visual learner, feeling that the reports generated by the council and the hunters lacked details that mattered to him.

“Well, aren’t you just a beautiful sight to see?”

The councilman had been subject to bouts of boredom recently and was hoping to put that to an end with a trip down to the undercroft. What the talk councilman was looking for, he couldn’t tell you but he’d know it when he saw it. Several of the slaves down here the councilman had entertained and while they were interesting, he wanted something different. Something he hadn’t tried before which resulted in the man going deeper into the undercroft than he previously had.

As much as Taryn had once associated Krovs with things that scorned him, restrained him, kept him still, he now found it to be comforting to be back in the streets of the town. Papers in hand with letters in the day's he'd been out of town assisting with the rescue and rehoming of animals affected by the battles nearby, he came home ready to continue his small little shops mission. Train animals. Save animals. Find them good homes. Taryn was in his own world when he looked up as he entered, bell jingling at the door and there was someone standing there waiting. "Hello." He greeted quietly. "Welcome. What can I do for you?"

Eros was aimlessly walking around after another boring council meeting, trying to kill some time before he went back to his suite. It was while he was aimlessly wandering that he heard that a familiar face had returned to the castle and the councilman had to confirm for himself if the rumors were true or if it was just castle gossip.

Lucien's eyes narrowed at the Greek councilman who actually called him by his correct title without having to be reminded. Eros was usually so antagonistic to him the ghoul was on the defensive instinctively and instead found issue with what he said prior. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Lucien knew exactly what that meant. "Perhaps what you learned is wrong. Being a ghoul does not mean I'm a familiar, I could be any number of demon types." Not that Lucien knew any number of demon types, but what Raphael and Raiden were off hand. "Furthermore who did you get this information from?"

Lucien was settling into his new species as much as he could and everything that came with it. He never saw himself as subservient, but the line of questioning in how things would have worked with his former sire and himself still nagged at the back of his mind. There was no way to ever get an answer from the man he once devoted himself to with him turned to ash, the one he upended his life after his death and was still slowly repairing the relationships he'd systematically ended out of a stubborn loyalty.

The strigoi had been away from the castle to attend to his duties back in Greece and had only recently returned to the castle. Despite having been gone for some time, Eros still kept up with all the chatter regarding the castle and its inhabitants. It was through a series of letters that Eros learned that his favorite little Frenchman was now a familiar. It was a shame that Eros hadn't been there for when it was discovered, he would have delighted in teasing the councilman about it.

Was Dair scared? Yes, but he wasn't about to let the councilman see that fear. He watched Eros carefully, his eyes flicking from the other's beautiful features to the blade in his hand before meeting his eyes again. His whole body stiffened at the feeling of the knife against his cheek, the cold metal resting against his lips. That definitely wasn't good. He knew that masters had rules too, and he couldn't do anything that was permanent and couldn't be healed, but he wondered how much councilmen gave a shit about that rule. The thought of disobeying again did enter his head, but would that make it even worse? "Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't," Alasdair said quietly, his brow furrowing softly.

Eros wasn't a fan of the rules put in place that prevented him from punishing a slave to the extent that they deserved. "Such a pretty face, I'd hate to ruin it." he purred, speaking to nobody in particular. "I wonder if the doctor could fix you up if I decided to bend the rules a little. I hear he's a skilled healer, but is he skilled enough to fix your face?" An evil grin formed on his face and he gripped the others skin firmly in a hand. "I said open your mouth, boy." He ordered and dug one of his sharp nails into the others chin, breaking skin.

Standing in front of the vampire with absolutely no intention of doing as he was told, Alasdair stayed still and silent, his jaw set tight in anger. "Do I look like a 'good boy' to you? You think I'm gonna do what you say just because you threaten me a little?" Alasdair challenged, knowing it likely wouldn't end well for him, but he wasn't going to roll over and take it like an obedient little lap dog. "You want me naked, you'll have to do it yourself," he stated, his gaze fixed on the other's.

Eros let out an annoyed sigh and stared up at the other. "I didn't know that you like pain so much." the master replied as he stood up and picked up a knife off a nearby table to approach the other. "Let's play then, shall we?" he asked as he tapped the knife thoughtfully against his cheek as he stared down at Alasdair, bringing the knife forward, he pressed it against Alasdair's cheek softly as he traced down to the man's lips with the blade. "Open your mouth." Eros ordered.