Cupid released Kate from his grip on her. "Excellent." He turned to Liam, and clasped his outstretched hand just as a phone on his desk began to ring. "We will be in touch. Now, if you will excuse me," He nodded at the two. "Mr. Kelling, Miss Porter." 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. "Not many people have this line. Wait, let me guess. Mister Jones?" 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. "Of course it's you. Regardless, you have impeccable timing. I had just finished dealing with two wayward sheep when you called."