[ In trouble or not, he’s at least managed to set the tone they want. Alucard being treated as another guest, the party’s atmosphere largely unchanged. Trevor nurses a glass, managing at least for now to resist the temptation to do anything more. He elbows a nearby vampire. ]
Hey, where’s the boss. Got to pay the man my compliments.
[ They’re guided through the house to a sitting area that’s a little calmer than the rest of the place and a man in a garish suit patterned rather like one of Agatha’s tablecloths. He looks up from his glass coolly and at once Trevor becomes aware of a gap in their intelligence.
They know that this man was close friends with Dorian and only distant acquaintances with Dorian. They don’t know which Dorians. Trevor tenses, trying to gauge whether the man’s look is that of a man staring down his friend’s executioner. ]
no subject
Hey, where’s the boss. Got to pay the man my compliments.
[ They’re guided through the house to a sitting area that’s a little calmer than the rest of the place and a man in a garish suit patterned rather like one of Agatha’s tablecloths. He looks up from his glass coolly and at once Trevor becomes aware of a gap in their intelligence.
They know that this man was close friends with Dorian and only distant acquaintances with Dorian. They don’t know which Dorians. Trevor tenses, trying to gauge whether the man’s look is that of a man staring down his friend’s executioner. ]