(1404) Redfill and Dillon

[Dillon Connery]

"Well enough, Ranger Redfill," Dillon says with a modest nod and smile as he and Mike step out of the direct line of conversation fire from the other Kindred making their entrance. "And you? I imagine your nights are as full as mine, as of late."

The Reeve keeps an eye on the others gathered, as he talks. Aware of every Kindred that enters while they speak. Of course, Dillon's demeanor is completely natural as he does this. As a courtesy to all, he's long ago decided it's of little use to size everyone up as a potential threat so openly and brazenly. The Beast issues plenty of challenge for the lot of them. No sense in exacerbating the social strains.

He's also getting the sensation that people are somewhat terrified of his authority. Having become the Prince's real and present boogeyman.

Dillon does his best to stifle any compliments as Dog enters, who's looking downright suave by comparison to his normal self. It's just that they're right in the middle of the Domain's elite this time, and the Gangrel Priscus doesn't want to deal with the headache of Dog giving him the finger again right in the middle of them all.

He does, however, share a carefully neutral sidelong glance with Michael about it.

@Velma Star is offered an almost secretly warm smile and wink in response to her nod, but Dillon can't help but notice the difference in her greeting to Asa. Which is not in anyway a show of special deference to the Prince due to his most high station. Dillon infers more, perhaps than he has any right to. A spurt of jealousy wells up in him, before the Gangrel backhands it across the open inferno of his mind.

Ventrue always win, indeed.

[Michael Redfill]

There were many things Michael wanted to talk about with his Priscus beside just having a pleasant conversation: a meeting for the Savages, increasing Domain's security... Things he thought a formal Court would be good for. But then someone always seems to fuck up at these things and draw all the attention. As Dog shouts out Dillon's name, Michael sighs:

"It appears there is a disturbance. We should probably schedule a meet at the Lily, without fellow Kindred who don't know the rules. Can I follow you to see what this is about?"

Dillon is, after all, the authority on security. And if he wants Michael elsewhere, the Ranger will follow orders. But he is just itching to know what the hell happenned this time.

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon has a few moments to react to the other Kindred as they make their way in. Naturally, Martha's entrance draws a big grin from him, which he just barely manages to calm in time to answer her curtsy with a deep bow of his head. Her station as Herald and Seneschal, and especially what the woman has made of it, command Dillon's deepest respect.

Enough even, to curb his cheek for.

Chrisie

Roxie's greeting draws a similar smile from him, though perhaps not as robust. Not that he doesn't enjoy her presence, but it's so very difficult not to stare at the borders of that dress - what they cover and what they don't. The Reeve is again reminding himself to be a gentleman.

Then Dog, just beyond the Regent, standing with Roderick Pearson shouts his name. His reaction is certainly one that demands attention. Mike's assessment of the situation is spot on, thus far.

"Well, there's a surprise," Dillon says dryly. In a way to suggest the exact opposite. Someone causing a disturbance at least once per Court is becoming sort of a standard. Though, if he'd put money on what parties might be involved, Dog wouldn't have been one of the squares he picked for a winner.

The Reeve gives Michael a clap of camaraderie on the upper arm. "Come on, Ranger. Let's go see what this is all about."

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