He vampire stared with impunity, yet not with a lecherous gaze, for he knew his vantage was silent, off the radar, and he had seen many a pretty thing before. The green dress flowed with the natural, graceful movements of the feminine body. Loose hair escaped out of the bun and formed an infantile curl aside her nape as Charlotte did nothing more than pass by. The show was not for him. In fact, it was not a show at all, yet life itself was a show. Mithias found himself a seat a bit more in the light. He smiled. Drinking was amazing.