"I'd love to see your collection and hear about some of your imports, if you'd care to show me one of these nights." He felt it was a safe assumption that if he was in her office on an official matter or (god forbid) to be taken to task for something, that asking for details about her hobby would be off the table. "And Madame York," he adds (he gets the desire for a first name basis, but he's got years of conditioning that you don't just throw away at the drop of a hat even if it is the Prince's hat), "has in fact already recommenced Ballo Della Notte to me. I look forward to meeting with the owner one night."
"It's less crowded here certainly, even if there's a larger population down south." Ellis says, describing a difference in how the all-night society ran itself back in Los Angeles. "Everyone who's anyone has their own stomping grounds and everyone knows where they are. But still there's enough room that even little fish can find a corner somewhere and make something for themselves with little more than a three minute meeting with a Bishop, as long as nothing is out of place. Here, everything's all ready divided up and options are more limited in how you go about things." His words aren't in any way judgemental or criticizing, simply stating how he sees the Domain's arrangement. "What about yourself, Thomas? What was it like before you came to the city?"
Ellis shakes his head as Thomas asks about the difficulties of being a actor and a blood sucking monster. "I wanted to be. I was in better health at the time of course, but I really didn't have the kind of talent I needed to make a name for myself. And of course, after a critical illness, I wasn't in any shape to pursue that dream. I'm sure you understand." Simple words, lightly spoken. Skimming over what it must have felt like to have even an unobtainable dream snatched away from you. The worst part? He had forever to become a master thespian and he'd never loose his looks, but he'd never every be able to pursue it except for small intimate crowds of people that hated him. "But these days I fancy the role of Producer. Maybe I'll write something, I'm sure there will be no end of inspiration for me here in Sacremento. "
And every producer he'd had to deal with had been natural bloodsucking monsters already. So he had a leg up there.