Cupid released Kate from his grip on her. [color=ed145b]"Excellent."[/color] He turned to Liam, and clasped his outstretched hand just as a phone on his desk began to ring. [color=ed145b]"We will be in touch. Now, if you will excuse me,"[/color] He nodded at the two. [color=ed145b]"Mr. Kelling, Miss Porter."[/color] That was their cue to leave. Once they had done so, Cupid collapsed back into his chair with a lethargic sigh. He was turning out to be quite the popular vampire this evening. He stared at the phone for a few moments longer, allowing it to ring, before finally answering the call. [color=ed145b]"Not many people have this line. Wait, let me guess. Mister Jones?"[/color] Of all the people that could be calling him, he sincerely hoped it was the club owner. Jones had a way of somehow managing to not get under Cupid's skin most of the time. [color=ed145b]"Of course it's you. Regardless, you have impeccable timing. I had just finished dealing with two wayward sheep when you called."[/color]