"In that we are in agreement, on both counts," replies the young Lord, stuffing his hands into his pockets leisurely. He was pleased that Erich was quick-witted in his reply. Not just another pretty face. "You don't think the horns are a bit much? Maybe they suit me too well." He laughs, short and light-heartedly.
A cursory glance around them, Chase notices Aileen among the damned, clad as a demoness. "Though at least I'm not alone in my choice of attire," he adds privately to Erich.
When Robert approaches the neonates, Chase grits his teeth and his brow narrows at the sensation of another invasive Beast joining their company. Familiar though, this one. Suppress that urge to rend and tear. The grit became a smile again. "Doctor, a pleasure. And my thanks, though it is hardly worth congratulations. If anything you might notice less competition from us Dragons in the Communal Hunting Grounds. Still, I was pleased to see the Hierophant make it to the finals. It was a pleasure to witness such artful exchanges in the debates."
Turning back to Erich he adds, "And from your speech as well, Mr. Passions. You've earned quite the reputation since then." There was nothing snide in the comment, though Chase had heard the man's name far more often since that Court.