Beatrice, too, had stopped, her poised hand ready to snap when the vampire fell out of his chair. 

For a moment she was silent, and though no one looked at her, an expression came across her face. One of... someone struggling to refrain from laughing. A most unattractive face. Yet as soon as she heard Claudius' laughter ringing through the hall, she could no longer hold it in. She laughed, a laugh so contrary to her previous demeanor it may be offsetting. Whimsical, light, airy. The laugh of someone who has cried while doing so, and whilst drunk with mates. Her prisoners she had brought in looked nervous.

"Sir Claudius, you look such a fool!" She said as she laughed, little tears in her own eyes until Claudius righted himself. She calmed herself down, but now she had a true grin on her face. "And to the rest of you, you too are fools but not in the kind what Sir Claudius is. A Light Eater [i]cannot[/i] create light. We merely steal it, and even so, my eating habits are not what I am here to demonstrate, but rather matters of heat and of the mind."

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Aagni said nothing. Merely following his leader to the cave, where he collected a single pack, and nothing more. As he waited, he took his seat on the rock near the entrance. For a long time, he sat in silence.

[i]"Why do you ask the aid of the blueblood?"[/i]

Finally came his whispy voice. Aagni did not appear to be looking at her, but outside cave entrance where a sole bird had landed, tweeting its merry little heart out. Aagni extended a gloved hand, to which the bird looked at suspiciously before getting onto it and searching for seeds.