Alistair tilted his head quizzically to the side at the newest Kingston vampire to attack, though the girl preferred to use words rather than teeth. Christ, were all of that family no more than children? Tangling fingers in his hair and sitting back against a nearby table, he reckoned that he could have fun with this.

“'Steal'? Now, who said anything about 'stealing'? I certainly didn't – I was merely extending a [i]pleasant[/i] invitation to the young man over there obsessing over one of my own blood. Though I can now add just one more insult from a Kingston to the list; [i]thief[/i],” he said, a grin on his face that was all cold politeness, fangs glinting under the low candlelight. “Let me pose to you a question instead: would you not want to ensure the very best for one you turned personally? A man who respected her choices and had friends who didn't... attack hers' recklessly? Keeping my family safe [i]is[/i] my business, especially from savages such as yourselves.” Alistair could do nothing to stop himself getting an extra dig in at the elder vampire from before, and the girl known as Theodora.

“There is a difference between gossip and picking fun of – and I believe I have a right to the latter given that she [i]attacked me[/i], humiliating [i]herself[/i] and Miss Mirabelle in front of our whole clientele.” He straightened his suit jacket, half-turning towards Trixy in a dismissive gesture to the girl. “Your words may be wrapped in honey and manners, but believe me, child, that this world does not run on 'petty' high school drama about love and cliques and gossip as yours appears to. Run along now.”