[h3][color=fff79a]Viktor Cruor | 8:00 pm | House of Malkavian[/color][/h3]

Two dark eyes watched with amusement from the rafters of the church. The steely grey gaze flicked with flecks of blue and unblinking. He had been awaiting his master's return, and one of the aspirant's return also, but that was secondary after seeing what he had just witnessed. Francois Malkavian himself, his emotions getting the better of him as usual. The church door had flown open with such fury and a crash loud enough to wake the dead, that Viktor had almost fallen from his perch.

[color=f26522]“FUCK YOU, GRANGREL. I’LL KILL YOU IF IT’S THE LAST THING I EVER DO!”[/color] The voice echoed down the church, covering the sound of shattering wood and the clatter as the remains of the broken chair slumped to the cold stone ground. The smirk on the Prelate's face did not falter at his Elder's anger.

Remaining still and silent, the waiting vampire watched the exchange between the serving girl and the elder, before swinging his legs over the rafter and dropping to the ground almost silently, his sleek black walking cane under his right arm. When he lands, he dusts off his dinner jacket, smoothing out the creases, and takes the cane by the black carved wolf's head at the top, letting it rest on the ground, his hand tight around the snarling wolf, letting out a small clink as it connected with the large stone flagstones.

[color=fff79a]"Personally, my lord, I would recommend the cabernet sauvignon... There's a few bottles from 1807 in the back, a fantastic year, I must say..."[/color] Viktor speaks slowly and calmly, as is his fashion, carrying the demeanour of his twenty-year-old face in its smug English accent quite well, though he was neither English nor twenty. [color=fff79a]"The swine..."[/color] He says, taking two steps towards his elder, then leading against one of the stone pillars, watching him carefully. [color=fff79a]"... what has he done now?"[/color] Of course, he speaks of Grangel. 

Of course, the Prelate was far more interested in the other information that the Elder had from the meeting with Tepes and the rest of the Elders, but he knew Malkavian well enough by now to know that he would get no valuable or useful information out of the man without letting him first vent off his anger.