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[color=C0C0C0]"A shame indeed; I hope you'll come to your senses sooner than later,"[/color] Ben met the glance with a pointed one of his own. He wasn't entirely surprised the countess failed to understand anything that he said; he may as well have spoken to a brick wall, at the very least he would have no one to blame but himself for wasting his time. [color=C0C0C0][I]The real shame is how utterly clueless someone of your position is,[/i][/color] Ben thought. Oh, the things he could accomplish had he the privilege of being born lucky. Instead the one that fills the seat is someone who has done nothing and is content to do nothing. What a nice, sheltered, comfortable life the countess lived. However, she could remain on her high horse far away from him—he had no need for such a clueless little girl. The alternative wasn't particularly attractive but he doubted his father would mind getting a Sinnenodel seal of approval at the very least. He could also circumvent the countess entirely. Yes, that seemed like a better idea.

The mention of an organization did make Ben curious. He was aware there were those eccentric vampires but he wasn't aware Eris would ever deign to associate with one. Either he held the viscountess in high regard or made the comment simply to provoke him. Possibly both. The idea of someone dedicating themselves to collecting mages of a kind was curious. If he could stomach a civil conversation with Eris, he would need to find out more, if only to sate his curiosity.

The conversation shifted as Count Sinnenodel intended but with very little of Ben's interest. History in general was a topic that bored him to tears as he was more focused on both the present and the future. He chose to indulge himself in the Marivaldi mage's blood and found he enjoyed it. This was the sort of sweetness he could get used to as he found it sophisticated. He knew very little of the mage but he was certain after their previous conversation that Lilie would have much to tell him sooner than later. For now he would be content in the presence of Aaron Starag as he entertained the idiot star. Watching the blond mage serve was also something of a small, unappreciated joy he had. There was always a way mages held themselves and their ability to blend into the background was something Ben wished he could do at times. It would be out of place if he were to speak to him right now but he hoped he could catch him at a later time. At least he and Eris agreed on one thing—Aaron Starag would go far should his master allow him.

[color=C0C0C0]"The flattery is well earned,"[/color] Ben said. To the topic at hand, he replied, [color=C0C0C0]"I don't believe I know much of Morgan le Fey. My history is not at its best, I admit, but I was always under the impression that Landar Starag was the bigger component to the Treaty."[/color]