[attr="class","cali1Post"]Boring…

This dance was turning out extremely boring and while he was fully capable of dancing as he’d been doing earlier he had no interest in it. His gaze slid off to the side as he contemplated simply leaving…he didn’t see a reason he had to be here. He was dressed in colors of one of the lesser known covens, having snuck in under the guise as a Kiena member. He huffed softly and pulled at the collar of the shirt he wore…or suit, he liked to call it a monkey suit personally. The blazer he wore was a midnight blue that was almost black, the tie which he’d loosened was a shimmering silver grey as well as the pocket tissue he had tucked into the blazer’s pocket. His slacks, iron pressed to perfection, was the same midnight blue as the blazer but the button up shirt which has its first two buttons undone was completely white.

He huffed again, remembering his father’s words that there would be a leviathan infiltration to the party tonight and he’d gone along with orders as requested. However, he was two seconds away from making a getaway and deciding to call it a night. There was nothing worth seeing here and he certainly had no interest in getting to the mayor, let one of the other Leviathan lackeys try their luck with that one. He had no desire to press his luck and have someone possibly recognize him…or maybe…

The amber eyed male shook his head and scowled lightly at the thought that almost popped into his head. He was getting too friendly with people and as much as he didn’t want to be in Leviathan he had to stop dropping his guard…with anyone. Deciding he’d had enough to drink and deal with for one night he began to make his way towards the exit so he could sneak away when something caught his eye and he glanced towards it. For a moment, he almost didn’t recognize them and began to look away but when he looked again he realized it was Anass and that man from the observatory.

Anair hesitated…tempted to just leave and not look back and the liability Anass could make himself to be. However, after a second he huffed and made his way over the slightest scowl on his face as he sidled up behind Anass. With a ghost of a touch he laid his hand on the younger male’s waist as he said with dark humor, “I know I once said you keep interesting company but this isn’t quite what I meant. This is more like a pestering fly than interesting company.” While there was an amused smile dancing along his lips, the darkness that slithered up his arm and wrapped around his shoulder’s like a coiling snake said otherwise. “I think it’s time you left the nice young man alone and moved on with your night…Jeremy.”

[attr="class","cali1Post"]Anair stayed quite in the background as Jeremy and Anass went back and forth, dark humor lighting his features as he watched the chaos unfold. Even when Jeremy reached forward to perhaps do something unsavory Anair remained where he was standing. His mind worked slowly though, breaking pieces of plans and putting them back together in a more thought out way. It was perhaps a good thing that Anass wasn’t looking at him when Jeremy walked away or else he’d have seen the dark serpent slither off his shoulder and into the shadows to follow Jeremy. It would come back later to tell him where the man lived and well…by the end of the night Jeremy would no longer be a problem.

His amber gaze flickered back to Anass and his features smoothed into a friendlier smile as the male spoke up. He quirked an eyebrow as he offered out his arm, “You can pay that debt by joining me then? I had been bored out my mind and just about to leave when I saw a particular damsel prepared to gouge out the eyes of a rather incompetent knight.” He made a thoughtful noise before he added, “If he could be called such…or perhaps mount would be better…” He made a face as though he’d thought of something rather disgusting, “On second thought my original idea of a fly seems better.”

The brunet allowed himself to look back at the younger male and could tell that Jeremy’s parting words had gotten to him. “You really shouldn’t give him so much power over a comment that isn’t particularly true.” With the slightest teasing he said, “After all I haven’t slept with you to my knowledge and I find you quite entertaining.”

Since when was he the type to try to comfort and console? Which he was sure he was doing a terrible job at but this wasn’t exactly something he was used to. He quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Should I get Blair out? I feel as though she would perhaps do a better job at this than I would.” There was an echo of agreement from the recesses of his mind that he ignored for the most part. Her opinion was not of importance and he was pleased when he felt a flare of irritation from her end.