A Shopping Trip

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina raises an eyebrow in mild surprise.

"I'm pleased that Mr Swainswick has been so attentive and sorry that we cannot furnish all your needs."

[Samuel Taylor]

Unbending from his bow, Taylor inclines his head

"It is of no concern my lady, it was only a small hope regardless."

One eye twitches briefly. Taylor's leg shudders.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina debates asking him to pass her regards to Christine and decides against it, mostly because if her guess is wrong it could backfire on her.

Instead she nods and replies gravely "well I thank you for the pleasure of your custom and I wish you joy in your search Dr Taylor." Does she emphasis the word pleasure slightly? It's impossible to be sure and seems unlikely given her serious face and yet... There's the tiniest seed of doubt there. Probably your imagination. Probably.

[Samuel Taylor]

Taylor blinks slowly

"Thank you my lady. I hope you have a productive night."

Inclining his head once more, Taylor opens the door and limps out into the night.

[Jacob Swainswick]

Swainswick waited until the doctor had departed.

"Well," he said. "Has Miss Wilkins departed?"

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina is smirking.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I thought it best to let her leave early, given the nature of our guest."

The smirk turns into a grin. "Wasn't that fun?"

[Jacob Swainswick]

"I can't say, quite. The fellow seems a little touched," Swainswick demurred. "It is possible that he has never pressed a suit before. Of all people, you would imagine that he would understand that such things take time." The tailor paled. "Good Lord! You don't suppose that he intends to - to feast upon the poor woman, do you?"

Swainswick gave the door another glance, as though debating going after the departing vampire.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina bursts into peals of laughter.

"Dearest Jacob, no I don't suppose that for a minute. Shall I let you into a little secret?"

The grins widens.

"Not all Kindred have common sense and Dr Taylor is a most rash individual, as should be evidenced by his attempts to purchase ladies underwear."

She laughs again. "As for being touched, he is of the same family as Miss Daye. They're given to such things. Mind you, I think I prefer Miss Daye's madness, it's more informative."

[Jacob Swainswick]

"I would have hazarded such. 'The Clan of the Moon,'" he mused. "The poor fellow. Did you catch what he said? About beasts seeking my lady?

"I truly thought he was about to launch himself at me for a moment." The young man shuddered. "There is something about his gaze. As though, he's there, and then absent, from one moment to the next."

[Valentina Audley]

"I did hear that yes."

She tilts her head thoughtfully. "All things considered, I don't think he's referring to me. It's always possible and I shall continue to take precautions naturally, but it seems much more likely, given the suspected name of his lady, that the beasts as he terms them, are seeking her..."