Solenne simply sat and watched the reactions that took place after his little act of logic. Trixy was angry, there was absolutely no doubt in the vampires mind about how his former flame was now ignited like fury incarnate. Especially with her storming away without the information she seemed adamant on gathering from him. Solenne simply sighed and watched as the man who had grabbed him the other day, the dragon if Solenne remembered correctly. Terse words spat from Beatrix’s mouth towards the dragon after he gushed. Solenne simply sighed. There was no talking to her after something like this. Solenne knew he had crossed a line but, as ever he was a stoic ass, let her leave and fume. The Vampire knew he would be hearing about this later. He was prepared for that. He rolled his head slowly, his face not changing from the stone slate it was set in. This was the closest Solenne had ever looked to one of the Elders, it kind of scared him. 

Then the story came out from behind him. It was directed at Danilo...but it was the story Solenne had heard so many night ago. A bleary eyed Beatrix, tears running crimson trails down porcelain cheeks, hands clutched together. The name of her progenitor never leaving her lips without heaving sobs and shuddering shoulders. Solenne remembered this story very well, so well that he even predicted what she would say before storming off. Another pointed barb struck his way from her lips. Those ruby lips he was previously so fond of. Were the humans racist? Solenne had made it his recent life work to make sure they weren’t...to openly share what vampires were and could do. But he supposed there were always outliers. He laced his fingers together and once again, a soft sigh escaped his lips. 

Danilo spoke to him, questions lost on his ears from the running freight train that was his mind “yes yes, I agree” was all he could muster before looking to Mia. His eyebrows furrowed together gently as she spoke “No...no trust me on that…” he said softly. his eyebrows knitted together once more. Something was pressing at the back of his mind. Something urgent. something...not supernatural. His cell crackled to life. Marie. Solenne held it to his ear.

“YOU VAMPIRIC ASSHOLE!”

“Marie...use your words”

“YOU HAVE A CONCERT TONIGHT AND YOU AREN’T SETTING UP”

Solenne sighed “ahh...thats what that niggling thing was”

A sigh muffled from the handset sounded out. Marie was exhausted it seemed “Just get here soon...please…” A click and she was gone. 

Solenne stood, wrapping an arm around Mia’s waist and pressing her into a kiss. He smiled against her lips before breaking away “Hey...so I have a...concert thing...at The Saints Theater up town...would you like to come along tonight...seeing you in the audience would make me want to perform so much better” he smiled and cocked his head to the side “A dress is required” he smirked at her.