a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
A sharp look is granted toward Dantalion for the mule kick, content to be silent while more people arrive. He spots Charlie and Isla and other big well known faces, but his attention is brought back to the party around him. Grinning to Charlie, Astaroth inclines his head with a knowing look, before stepping out of Danta’s range of legroom. “Later, darling. You look stunning.” He comments idly, before noticing that Isla is standing alone. “Don’t have too much fun.” With a parting grin to everyone in their little group, he starts to drift away from it in search of one particular Ancient in a stunning dress.
The click of the cane is soon deafened by the music and the crowds gathering, moving to set the cane off to the side to collect his own glass of wine and to step closer toward Isla with a bright smile of greeting and a gentlemanly bow. “Hello again Isla.” He starts to say before he glances out toward the opening dance floor. “Would you like to join me for a dance?”
The click of the cane is soon deafened by the music and the crowds gathering, moving to set the cane off to the side to collect his own glass of wine and to step closer toward Isla with a bright smile of greeting and a gentlemanly bow. “Hello again Isla.” He starts to say before he glances out toward the opening dance floor. “Would you like to join me for a dance?”
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
