Illyad chuckled. "You simply do not have my refined tastes, dear brother." He said, sipping his tea as he waited for Jevan to take his seat at the table. He glanced at Jevan's feet as he placed them on the table, but thought better than to comment.

He took another sip of his tea and examined Jevan over the top of his cup. "I am still perfectly healthy, though I appreciate the concern." He put his cup down on the table before continuing. "I would like to know why you are doing business with Luc." He explained. "I always thought it wasn't your style to familiarise yourself with anyone, especially the likes of vampires."