[ It is, as far as he can tell, the first of these gatherings since the sad end of the tale of two Dorians. They're not attending to show respect, as they do with the gatherings hosted by the older vampires. They're attending to make sure that two groups of friends, both suffering the sting of recent loss, don't start a fucking war between themselves and drag their sires into bitter, painful rivalries that could fracture the city. ]

Said as if it's my first time at a noisy gathering.

[ Be more Belmont, perhaps, but appear less Belmont until the time comes. They're not exactly in disguise, but they're made up to not stand out too much. Trevor is still unmistakably human, which is unfortunate, but his usual clothes after a day of work are informal and dishevelled enough to fit right in with the party-goers. They need to not look like the regent and his enforcer, at least not until things get out of hand to need it. ]

You stand like someone shoved a broom handle up your arse. It's going to stand out. Can you- I don't know. Have bad fucking posture for a night?