Lots to discuss (Victor) - Henri's Penthouse

"That is why we make such a good team." A broad grin.

"The perfect storm."

She chuckled.

"Oui. May those in our path fear it."

She reached out to grab a bottle, pouring two glasses, mixing with the two already poured.

"This, I think you will like. It was taken from a man of thirty as he buried himself in a sweet little nine year old. Pure lust."

His smile showed an appreciation for the nuance of tastes she had harvested. "You have indeed been creating fine delicisies, I applaud your attention to detail, as I am certain my pallet will shortly."

Bringing the glass to his lips he consumed the aroma, its hues and hidden fragrences before letting the crimson delight rest upon his lips and venture the the depths of his gullet. Its taste brough a flood of memories, of lusts and desires of distant times, offering a quiver down his spine.

She drained her own glass slowly, her eyes closing as the taste of lust shivered through her.

"My palate has changed drastically lately."

As the bllod trickled down his throat, the passion of lust within it brought thoughts of another, of the time they had shared together.

Eyes closing at the intimacy of the memory. "Exquisite, perhaps mortal blood still hold potential."

She smiled.

"I have always found it so."

"I will have to start designing the blood I consume as you have, it is so much easier then finding such naturally. Yet, I will likely leave it too others for the time needed. Besides the search provides its own satisfaction." A smile holding thoughts of tastes he would desire most.

She smiled and nodded.

"I will continue to design the blood, and will take requests, of course."

She smiled and nodded.

"I would like the challenge."

"I imagine you would."

The euphoria of the moment passing, remaining still for a few seconds more as he let the wave of pleasure pass.

She closed her eyes, giving a last shiver as the passion slipped from her grasp.

"Do we have anything else to discuss?"

A light chuckle, "We are creatures of action. We could discuss for nights on end and nearly all of it would be lost in the passion of action."

"So let it be lost as our actions begin." A satisfaction with their evening, no matter how short. They understood eachothers minds, yet communicated with their deeds. Words no longer held sufficient meaneing to the elders.

She stood and held out her hands to him.

"I agree."

Standing as he received her hands, clasping them tightly, his eyes focused on hers, a focus that subsided into a pleased grin.

"Then let us set our action and ideals upon an unsupecting world."

Reasing her hand she collected his cane from beside him.

Glancing about the room once more. "You have always had exquisite tastes." A nod, "I am sure the pions shall approve." The grin grew tips of teeth.

She smiled and took his arm to lead him to the door.

"I am sure they will."

At the threshold of the door, he looked at her one last time. His features held none of the sharp edges of emotion thaey usually did. He seemed relaxed and content.

A wordless appreciation was expressed in his eyes. "Until we speak again Mon amie" with a slight smile and a nod he took his exit.

She likely knew the depth of his words, for he had few he trusted and enen less he would call friend.