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Alcaeus watched with a tired, half-lidded stare as the vampiress introduced herself. He was just about to make a grab to shake her hand too, if it were for the sudden invasion of a bundle of bandages. A decrepit corpse draped in ages old gauze, stench and form both almost non-existent. He had seen creatures like this before during his trips to Aegyptus. Always so high and mighty, and usually finicky about their canopic jars. Luckily she was turned away, he would hate to offend by not observing the proper etiquette. That and he wasn't one for the whole 'kissing hands, respect the titled' schtick. 

He took another drink of ice-water for himself and sipped, scratching at his head as he observed the interaction between the two respective members of the living impaired community. Strange, the sort of undead relationship that he was used to was one either raising the other or more than a few walking brainless through his cornfields, trampling all of his crops. Al looked to the mummy with a chuckle and raised his glass, "Buddy, you look like you've been out on the sands for a touch too long. Why not sit down and have some nice, cold water?"