Alexander momentarily frowned at the abrupt manner with which Ishani had snatched her palm away, as if something fearful or detestable would come of a simple gesture. Despite the strange reaction, offence seemed to have been taken and ought be rectified. Social propriety was the Kindred's friend - as far as the Ventrue were involved, anyway. 'You should forgive me,' he said to her, 'but my Sire is a stickler for proper form. And as doth the teacher, so doth the pupil; or so I have been told.'
'More than one,' Alexander replied to Natasha. He checked out the rest of the group and saw that Alice was looking inquiringly at her female company as the matter was being discussed. Understanding the crassness of picking up just one of them and leave to announce his presence, the Ventrue came up with a counter-offer. 'Perhaps we can all go? For one, I wouldn't like to part you from your company. Plus, Alice and Ishani, being the longer residents, could enlighten us in all that Sacramento has tooffer it's citizens by night.'
He made a quick search in the interior of his suit pockets and, after some seconds of wiggling fingers, he produced the keys to his car. 'I'm right this way,' he said taking a step towards the end of the parking lot. 'Well, are you coming?'
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