(1202) Cassandra, Hannibal, Dillon

[Dillon Connery]

Lady Cassandra Dawes

Cassandra wasn't sure if Dillon was playing a joke on her, but..it didn't matter. He had Recognized her! With a perfectly Hollywood smile and the flash of eager eyes were added to be an ostentatious primping of her golden hair; "Why...yes, I am, Deputy! Oh...and congratulations on the win! Of course, I would have performed something myself only...I was escorting Mr Valentine here. Congratulations, though, Deputy."

"You are?" Dillon stammers, uncharacteristically unsure of himself for a moment, trying to remember if Dawes had ever sported the exact Munroe getup for anything he'd seen or not. Then it dawns on him. "You are! Of course..." There is a highly embarrassed wince and a short laugh at himself before he attempts clarify. "No, I know. Now I do, anyway. I remember your name around the Domain. It just never occurred to me that you might be the Cassandra Dawes. I think the first time I saw you, we were all recruited by Reeve Greyson to assist in a few of the Domain's little problems..." Conner had been more or less in Dillon's shoes then: a Deputy recruiting folks to do some dirty work for him. Dillon and Lance had been a couple of new-in-town schmucks. McLean and Alice had been there too... It seems ages ago and just yesternight at the same time. Gotta love the Requiem.

He points a playfully accusing finger at Cassie with a sly smirk. "And you were almost late. So we missed introductions. And now I'm paying for it." The whole 'Embraced movie star' thing is still sinking in. "Please accept my humblest apologies, Lady Dawes." At least he remembered that Sacramento's Cassandra Dawes is Invictus. But honestly, at the time he thought it might have been some false name that Kindred use when they swap Identities. Dillon himself had given names like Brian May to countless kine. Best to not let his real name get too much attention.

Giving a more subdued apology, for sidetracking them all, to the man with her by way of his expression, Dillon nods. "Welcome to Sacramento Mister Valentine, if you come in peace. I'm Deputy Dillon Connery, of the Lancea et Sanctum, and Priscus of the local Gangrel. How are you enjoying things so far?"

[Dillon Connery]

"Ah yes, Madam Seneschal Ariana Donovan ," Dillon says with his lopsided, friendly smirk. It's as though he's enjoying the sound of it, or trying to get used to it, but overall: happy for a position well-earned. "Well, she seems busy at the moment, and Court is winding down, so you may have to catch her in her office at the Avalon later in the week. But, if I'm right in assuming that by using my Priscus title that you are letting me know you are also Gangrel, I can make you aware of the Domain Law, Elysium Law, and grant you temporary Acknowledgement so that you don't have to leave the city to feed." He ends the statement with a bit of a question in his tone, slightly quirking an eyebrow. Obviously, feeding in the city without being Acknowledged is highly unacceptable.

Even though vampiric qualities place an impossible amount of guesswork on assessing someone's physical capabilities, Dillon is understandably wary of any man who is tall enough look him levelly in the eye, and looks to have him beaten by several sacks of potatoes in muscle weight. Yet Dillon is never overtly suspicious, though he might be guilty of a bit of a hurry.

Sorry buddy, but I was hoping to get a chance to-- He spots Martha and José in the middle of slow-dancing-- Oh. Well. Nevermind, I guess we've got a few minutes.

Coming out of his thoughts, he adds cheerily, "Sound like a plan?"