The green and black eyes watched with a curious gleam as they watched the obvious rivalry unfold. Then Arturo began speaking. And speaking. Oh. Oh my there’s more.
After the rambling Lance went on Wilhelm notes a mix and match approach to titles. Surely not all of those are correct? Inwardly Wilhelm made note to not get locked into conversation with Arturo if he can help it. He might be bullshitted into the next mornings sunrise waiting for him to finish.
Still, the patient Ventrue listened until all fell to silence. So. Much. Silence.
Pivoting on...
“Perhaps while we wait for the rest of the family to conduct such...important..conversation, we could address my acknowledgement Priscus Simmons?”
He turned his attention looking to the head of the table, hopingrg to move on from this awkward bumbling power play that was unfolding before him by those competeing for whip.