Water water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink. There were ghouls working for their Prince, crossing left and right, out of air-ducts...well, maybe not the air-ducts. Coming up as if this were a boardroom meeting, Antares wore his hair in a tight bun, but kept the leather from earlier…even if it did smell like the sea. The white haired kindred smiled into his jacket collar like a child might, and listened with matching attentiveness…which was hard, since he wasn’t sure if he should remember some of those present. Those besides the Prince.
There were red ones,
                                  and a blond one,
                                                             and two dark ones,
                                                                                            all so attractive,
                                                                                                                     that was a little disappointing,
                                                                                                                                                                    and,
                                                                                                                                                                            and…                                            
Cranston always had these neat little clear and concise explanations of recent events. If Antares had to be the one to speak on the matter, it might have been daybreak before they got to the point. In any case, inquisition, LaChance, kidnapped…these buzzed through his head as if it were a hive, and each piece of information a busy bee. 

When their Prince asked for a show of hands, two pale hands were out before he could finish thinking on it. Couldn’t help but chuckle, and hold his hands up, “I feel that my hands out when you ask now means that I must take part of this mission, not that I wouldn’t have, if they had not been held out at your bidding…though, I’m not certain that they wouldn’t have been out, if you hadn’t ask for them, though I don’t think the probability is as easy as a coin toss--”

Chuckle bubbling out of his throat again and stopping the start of that again, he tilted his head down, his wide smirk hidden by that jacket collar again as his eyes went over the others present, almost apologetic, “You have my service, my prince, let me not speak further on this than I need to.” Eyes focusing on the other Malkavian present after a moment, he gave her a curt nod, tearing his attentions to elsewhere, then back on Cranston.