"He's Maria's boytoy. I presume he sings nicely," Alistair answered dryly for the possible Kingston-convert behind him. The vampire stuffed his thumbs through his belt-loops and swaggered over to the not-quite intruder. If he was honest, he was glad for the interruption - at least someone was allowed to laugh without being called a 'bad, unsympathetic leader'. 

Alistair allowed himself a smile, one fang jutting out crookedly for a flash. "Adrian, my man! Where've you been?" Instead of pausing to allow the other man to answer, he continued quickly, "You know what? Tell me about it after. Rogues first – and I do hope to God that's a plural."