Alistair took hold of the flask and, after a tentative sniff, raised an eyebrow with false admonishment. "Really, Trixy?" he asked, the effect somewhat ruined by the long swig he took after it. "Well, it's no whisky but it'll have to do." He didn't give her the flask back, passing it to his left hand with a teasing grin.

"Mhm," he said to the boyish Alexander in greeting. "It seems we're going to have an impromptu feast."

At the knock on the door of Skye Manor, he just about sighed. Honestly, what self-respecting vampire used a conventional entrance instead of a window or a chimney or something. Well, if they were leaving anyway... He opened it, rubbing at his chin as he tried to remember the name of the vampire in front of him. Was it Simon? Yes - yes it was. "You look like you've just ate but care to join us, Monsieur Simon?" Alistair asked, purposefully mangling the French to irritate Béatrix. "We're going to Tortuga!"