The Whip gave a nod of affirmation that quickly evolved into another bow as he approached into conversation distance. "Thank you, your Grace. I must admit that I have no other agenda than attempting to speak with you more outside of Kine society; if that is acceptable, of course, your Grace."
As he approached his beast gave him pause for a moment; he was approaching one of the few Kindred in the domain he actually feared, and he was sure that if it wasn't obvious before it was for a brief instant in his eyes. Still he forged on, replacing the look of fear with a pleasant, practiced smile. "How have your evenings been, your Grace? And how is the Torino treating you?"
Continued from (2112) Eternal Court...