David's right hand reached up, trying to fix the lay of his hair. In the low light of the court, his scarab cufflink on his right side glints. Aileen's suggestion caused David to chuckle self-effacingly with a bit of a smile crossing his features. “It's all really... elegant,” immediately he winced internally at the inadequate adjective. What he might be responding to, is likewise not clarified.
The Mortician was relieved it was Aileen he bumped into and not one of the new faces, like the devilish man who just sauntered in, or the woman in black and red. Beneath his relief, David was also genuinely happy to see Aileen.
The constant pushing and pulling of the Companion as he took in so many new Kindred at once, was enough without also having to talk to them. If David was honest, talking to Dal was intimidating enough.
“How are you?” David asked glancing askance to Aileen, the ghost of his smile enduring. “There's...” turning his gaze out towards the swarming mass, “a lot more people than I last remember.”
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