An Architect calls

[Lady Grace]

Grace is still patiently holding up a glass and now has a moment to glare at Hermina.
She decides that the last few minutes just really couldn't have happened.
"Elder Beaufort, how pleasant to see you and good of you to attend."

[Manacledairman]

[Lady Grace]

"Yes, I also find myself surprised at the situation of this residence," Grace raises a eyebrow, quite done with defending the Frenchman for this week.

[Manacledairman]

[L .]

As Aldrich pulls up a chair to sit, Aurelia’s tension ironically eases; despite their earlier half-confrontation, she seems to welcome his presence beside her, not unlike a sibling familiarity.

She settles in to listen to the debate on Marchaux’s residence.

[Lady Grace]

"Yes, isn't it," Grace replies in clipped tones but with a smile.

[Lady Grace]

After a pause that looks a awful lot like heading towards a difficult silence she continues, "There has been great improves South of the River of late. I find myself very happily situated,"

[Laurence]

"I too have managed to locate and acquire a rather fetching haven south of the river."

Laurence glances around, at the gathered kindred and let's a small smile back onto his face after the tension of the horse situation. Turning his head to look at Grace ever so briefly, Laurence's smile widens fractionally and his aura flares with pleasure for a moment before he brings it under control.

Turning his head to look down into his glass, the smile fades and Laurence flicks his eyes up to take in Hermina and June. The glare lasts but for three long seconds before he turns his head away again.

[Anton]

After a few minutes Anton returns with an enormous quilt, clean and unbloodied (those sheets he’d left on the bed), slung over his arms and towering almost over his head of drying hair, which was beginning to defy gravity again in a thick mop.

With astonishing lack of any of sight, Anton makes a beeline straight to Keane and begins wrapping him up in the heavy-duty fabric vice.

“Not to worry Elder Keane!”

[Posh-Tim]

Keane begins to fuss immediately as Anton approaches him.
"I wanted single sheet not some kind of bed make-up!" He doesn't actually tell Anton to stop and there is a fair bit of fumbling between them with a couple of comments of "don't touch that!" and "Sorry elder!" and some struggling from both sides. When Anton steps back Keane isn't entirely wrapped up, but rather is wearing the quilt like an elderly man across and around his legs with a very similar expression to boot.
"Right, thankyou Anton. Now I believe the Sheriff wanted a moment of your time."
He sits and returns to seething, enjoying the blanket more than he let's on.
"Oh, and get me a drink."