Trixy looked to his small undead army with mild disinterest, a man who couldn’t fight his own battle was weak, indeed… even if his age and pride made him think otherwise. With an amused chuckle, she grinned “Well, excuse me… I thought I was talking to Miss Mirabelle’s guard dog, not a member of the vampire council. Oh wait…” Sarcasm was thick in her voice as she smiled.

With a tilt of her head, she pried into his mind, a gift very few vampires were blessed with. Trixy kept her expression calm and studious as she looked into his eyes, searching aimlessly through his head. He was old, very old… but she knew that already. The minds of humans were simple, which is why most vampires had no trouble compelling them. Think of it like bowls of pasta. Human minds were like bowls of lasagna noodles, thick and few in number. Human thoughts and feelings were simple and easy to decipher… finding the appropriate lasagna noodle to remove and alter wasn’t that hard. Vampires, on the other hand, their minds were more like bowls of spaghetti - the noodles being thin, numerous, and wrapped together… the older the vampire, the more tangled and confusing their mind. The vampire before her was one of the latter, she had no hope of seeking out any thoughts to cut up and mold to her will in any short amount of time. With time and practice, Trixy knew she would overcome any challenge… so she didn’t fear him like others might. In fact, she wished to study him further.

Béatrix broke her gaze and returned to the present time and place. “You should learn to hold your tongue, elder vampire or not. This singular ‘fool’ you speak of is one of the only two family heads in this city, have some respect if you wish to remain here. Wouldn’t want to find your way onto my [i]list[/i]” she said subtly and turned to where Alistair was watching from the shadows. “Let’s get out of here, Ali. I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of hanging around all of these wet blanket Kingstons, I think Mira is the only one who doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out with boredom.” Trixy threw a teasing smile over her should at Praetor before walking away to Alistair and putting a hand around his waist. Definitely a bolder move than she was used to, she began to wonder just how much cheap beer that human had drank tonight.