"So I see." The Lord could not help but take a step back as she felt her nebulous Beast tremble and shrink from the Prince.
"So I see." The Lord could not help but take a step back as she felt her nebulous Beast tremble and shrink from the Prince.
Ah. So, that was the Prince? He felt a bit stupid for not realizing it at once. Both this feeling of stupidity, and the relief that he was urget not to contact the Prince unless specifically called to do so he managed to hide behind a smile and a interested nod. He did feel a bit pointed out about the part with the sudden moves, aware as he was about his own jerky mannerism.
-"Of course, of course."
He held his hands together behind his back, gripping two fingers on the right hand with his left. He did so in a gesture that he did not intend to make any sudden moves, but to be fair it made him look a bit like a steel spring under tension.
-"Thank you very much for the pointers, Deputy McCann. I do not have any more questions at the moment, and should not keep you any longer. Unless of course Ms Bingen can think of any more questions I did not think of asking?"
He looked at the ventrue. He appreciated her for asking about the Prince.
-"Please don't let us keep you any longer Deputy. The faces are waiting."
"My thanks, Deputy." Hildegarde inclined her head to Callum; her eyes were already sliding passed him to scan the other little groups that were lost in the shadowed ambience of Elysium.
Unless anyone wishes to interact further, Hildegarde will be drifting back to the main thread
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Callum nodded politely to the pair of new faces who now had names and demeanors attached to them. His gut feeling was that they were going to fit in just fine, and it hadn't failed him yet although he tried to keep an open mind just in case.
"Pleasure to meet you both. If you've ever got questions and don't want to bother anyone more important, you can always give me a call." He nodded at them as they made their way back into the throng before turning his attention to the remainder of the new kindred and pondering which ones to check out next. His beast grumbled, but a metaphorical throat punch put it back in its box.