Alistair made no further effort to hide his presence, leaning lazily against the corner of the brick wall. His eyes were focused to Praetor, a wry smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "Mhm... I don't think she was trying to seduce [i]you[/i]," he said, a half-snort of derisive laughter slipping from his lips. He made no further effort to move even as Praetor insulted them and left - Mira would be receiving a strongly-worded letter later and, if it happened again, Alistair would even consider making the first move. It was only out of respect for the other Kingston leader that he refused to do so right away.

"Absolutely, Béatrix. I'd sell my soul for a bit of fun," he continued, throwing a heavy arm over the woman's shoulders. "Did I tell you we've got an exposure to deal with tonight? No family, rogue, refuses to drink from humans. I doubt the Kingstons know about them, or they'd have already been poached to join them."