"Of course." Vayan's voice is pitched to carry to the watching patrons, a silky purr that is if anything more dangerous than his outright snarl. "And as it seems the noble host is more distressed by the company I choose to keep than by the rabble that have insulted us both with their assault, we shall trouble him no further until that matter is resolved. On this night or any other."
A murmur goes up from the crowd at the verbal cut as Lord Vayan turns his back on Lorne without a further word and heads for the entrance, followed by his guards. The two vampires and two humans who came in with him hesitate until Lorne turns away as well, and then follow Vayan through the splintered remains of the doors.
(Within the club, only the very sharpest-eared would be able to pick out the receding snatch of conversation outside.
Vayan, dark but very composed: "You will, of course, tell me what there is between you and Krevlornswath."
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Date: 2009-03-25 09:30 pm (UTC)A murmur goes up from the crowd at the verbal cut as Lord Vayan turns his back on Lorne without a further word and heads for the entrance, followed by his guards. The two vampires and two humans who came in with him hesitate until Lorne turns away as well, and then follow Vayan through the splintered remains of the doors.
(Within the club, only the very sharpest-eared would be able to pick out the receding snatch of conversation outside.
Vayan, dark but very composed: "You will, of course, tell me what there is between you and Krevlornswath."
Angel, very flat: "Really don't think I will."
If there's any more, it's lost in the distance.)