Dark eyes survey Horatio for a solid minute, her face smooth and calm. These dark eyes turn to Madame Durant, slightly inclining her head.
"You are too kind, Madame Durant. I see that you are in good hands here. I shall depart. It was lovely to meet you." Her voice slithers out.
She did not know if there was some special bit exclusive to the Mekhet that ought to be mentioned to Madame Durant.
"I do want to speak to you privately sometime this week, Priscus Quilz." The Nosferatu grated. She politely waits for time for proper good byes to be said and then shall move away to afford the two what little privacy Court affords.