Vivian York
Derek only ventures a few steps to lead the reputable Daeva to a space to speak, knowing full well that sound would carry to the ears of any Kindred within Court this evening.
"How are you, Seneschal? Everything transpiring during your nights to your, uh, liking?" If there were a purpose to Derek's wish to speak with her, it seems buried in cordial pleasantries. Though he still seems nervous in his slender black suit.