Unsurprisingly, many of the Kindred were already occupied in conversation and, particularly after his incredible faux-pas of the execution, he had no desire to interrupt any topics and thus do something else worthy of derision. Sure it had not been entirely his fault, but the Daeva was wonderful at dwelling on unfortunate circumstances and beating himself up over them.
Fortunately a vision of loveliness stole his attention, and the Daeva responded to the female succubus with a charming smile. "Rather more than usual, I think," he admitted. "But no one is ever alone at these get-togethers for very long."
Case in point, Adam had been standing around procrastinating for only a few minutes, and now he had a conversation partner.
"I'm quite sure we haven't had the opportunity to speak before. Mister Adam York," he introduced.
He paused in speaking to Velma, for only as long as it took to greet the incoming Ventrue. With the quick scrutiny of the other man, was a quick look of apology.
"Ah yes, Mr. Ankers," Adam replied, and extended a hand. "An apology is in order I believe, for the troublesome manner in which we met."
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