Alice bows to the Hound as she takes her leave, offering a respectful, "Pleasant evening Your Grace." the night was drawing short, the daystar would begin it's climb soon.
When she rises, she seeks once more to continue the conversation with Dirt Nap.
"Prudent of you, Dirt Nap." she's quick to agree. She had been envious of the Gangrel's skill. "I am glad of it. Keep your mind sharp." she smirks, wide, awkward, fake. "Though for a Dragon, I'm sure i do not need to say so."
She pauses to consider, "What...reactions are you training yourself out of," she asks, remembering the analogy with the plastic bag and his horses, "If I am allowed to ask."
Let's see if we can get a few more posts in!