As the sound of French reached his ears, Alistair opened his eyes, giving Béatrix a mocking salute in acknowledgement of her good manners. Thankful for the distraction away from the bureaucracy of the scribes, he greeted her with a cheerful, "Béatrix! Going somewhere?" Of course, she was allowed to do what she wanted -- anyone above a newborn were practically free and with vampires just as old as he was he really had little control over them to begin with. Without even lowering his voice, he continued, "I'm going with you. Nobody ever told me that immortality brought with it the greatest curse of all: work."

Rolling his eyes in the direction of the scribes, he said, "I think we're done here. I [i]hope[/i] so, anyway." Eyes glittering in excitement, Alistair picked up his coat and drew it over his shoulders. "Clan Blackmoore needs a night of good, wholesome family fun." Fun meaning the humiliation of a rule-breaking and slightly idiotic vampire, but that would be the dessert in terms of entertainment; the big finale. First came the feast. "Think any of our friends would be willing to accompany us on a hunt?"