Prosper snorts a laugh at Atticus' comment. "Sure, let." It wasn't like he had baited a violent fate when the stick point had been: can you skin with your hands?
He sighs quietly as he hears the Brujah rattle off another iteration of 'remember you aren't a Lord.' The Taifa cracks his neck as he offers alcohol to whoever shows interest. "I am glad to know I have such a flattering reputation," he says flatly. He taps one of the bottle and gestures vaguely, "So for that to happen? I am not looking to babysit. We all have phones or our mouths. It is not like I am hard to reach if something is getting stupid or complicated. Madcap, I also think at some point you and me need to talk about differences in Bloodline culture. From the reactions I have been getting, I do not think any of you have heard of what the Moores are."
He smirks at Alesaandra's comment, "God is family not the worst?" he ribs with a light tone, "Come on, Prince, I thought you liked excuses to socialize. I will not hold a captive audience, just figured we should talk Whip before everyone fucks off. Unless you had something in mind, Mable?" She was hosting, and wanted to be Keeper. She might have set something up to match her casual nature.