The smiles and dry humor melt away, leaving a look of desire. Not the conventional desire the Daeva is probably used to seeing from men - or women, for that matter - but an intensity that hadn't been there before is made manifest.
"The chair? Already forgotten. I've been told you can officially grant me the privilege to call Sacramento my home." He pauses, as if savoring the taste of his next words. "And I have rather unique services to offer. Have you heard of the Mnemosyne?" Even the word feels like Vitae dancing over his tongue.