[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/60169326-d55e-4adf-8f6d-dfd795abf6f2.png[/img][/center][hr] Max hardly seemed to notice the vampire approach, and by the time he did, he was committed to politely ignoring the boy as he writhed against the wall in pleasure like some kind of hemoglobin junkie getting his latest fix. Well, it wasn't really "like" that. As far as Max could tell, that's exactly what it was. [color=0072bc]"I'm s-sorry you had to see that."[/color] Likewise. Max wondered why this vampire didn't drink his blood from a wine glass like all the other monsters playing at high society here. [color=0072bc]"I didn't think there would be anybody back here... I'm Joryldin. Nice to meet you."[/color] Max finally turned at this, regarding the vampire with a cold dismissiveness. Joryldin. Not Morrigan. Irrelevant. [color=8585ad]"And I didn't ask,"[/color] he quipped. This vampire wasn't composed enough, he was too willing to compromise his status here. A social [i]faux pas[/i] at a party like this would be the talk of the upper echelons of society for days, if not weeks depending on the blunder; judging by the gossiping he heard while he meandered about the courtyard earlier. This had to be some newly-turned fledgling. Or someone insanely eccentric and likely prone to violent outbursts. Quite the dangerous line to toe. Nevertheless, Maxwell Alderman was no coward and as such, he pressed on regardless. [color=8585ad]"You really should check your surroundings before you let yourself go like that. It's... unbecoming of your status."[/color] Max continued, voice dripping with sardonicism, [color=8585ad]"Although if you want to suck down blood in the corner like a starving animal, I guess that's your perogative."[/color] He quirked his head toward the vial in Jorildyn's hand casually. Preying on his embarrassment might get him to leave. [color=8585ad]"That stuff must be like sex for you guys, huh?"[/color] [hr][@Jade Blades]