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Disgust instantly filled Otto's stomach. Despite this, he managed a strong, practiced smile. His mage's mind was pushed to the rear of his head, replaced instead by the mind of a man who had made his life in the political and public spheres. "[b]I appreciate that you enjoyed the party, madam[/b]." Otto replied, allowing a practiced amount of his German accent to show, something he knew drove most typical American girls crazy, "[b]I hate to admit it, but I've always had a small taste for American whiskey. It also helps that American bars are much more a proper peaceful experience than the halls back in Austria.[/b]" Otto lied, turning his smile into a sheepish one. Otto fully detested the situation, now. A starstruck admirer was a case he had dealt with many times before, and he was no more receptive of such a situation than he had been before. 

"[b]Unfortunately, tonight's party has been cancelled. The automated calls went out not to long ago[/b]." Otto began to explain, allowing his smile to falter slightly, to express his sorrow and regret at the situation. "[b]Unforeseen circumstances. Terrible situation, really. The manse's current condition isn't one I'd like to present to such esteemed guests.[/b]." Otto went on, taking a sip from his whiskey. This was making him physically ill. Having to disregard his current situation with Archer to answer this lackluster exchange of niceties was wearing on him. 

Pushing himself from his stool, glass of whiskey gently held in his right hand. "[b]I'm afraid I did not get your name, madam[/b]." Otto stretched out a hand to the young woman, after making his way to her. Appearances were everything, even now in the midst of a Grail War. If this woman had been at his party, then it was likely that there was someone important she knew, or her herself was important. Although the fact that her body seemed to scream out in anxiety at Otto's presence seemed to suggest that she was someone of inconsequential worth.  

There was still something nagging. [i]Something[/i]. Something distant in the back of his brain. Something he had pushed to the back of his head. It was screaming at him to see something he wasn't even consciously aware of. Shouting to discover some secret that hadn't even made itself obvious, yet.