Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[L .]

"Tongues," Aurelia sniggers unhelpfully.

If Keane's not going out on this round, he better be working for it.

[Manacledairman]

[Posh-Tim]

Keane rolls his eyes as Aldritch slumps back. Was this worth it? Probably not, but then Aurelia had said he impressed her swimming in modern waters. It had bouyed his spirit somewhat thinking now and the warmth of opium and now being this far from Valentina... He really did fancy a kiss.
"Very well, Elder Aldritch, I offer a minor boon for the pleasure. Though, it has to be, with tongues."
He nods toward Aurelia and shoots her a glare.

[Manacledairman]

[Posh-Tim]

Keane sighs, long and hard. A Ventrue that cannot be bought. What monsters was this so called *game* creating. He was sad now, all his attempts thus far had failed. He was tempted to change his face again but that was a cheap trick that didn't feel right here, regardless how satisfying the side effects might be. His aura wavered with despondency. Nothing left to try... Unless...
Yes, why hadnt he thought of it before, if course, obvious reasons! Honesty!
It was a risky approach but in Keanes opium addled stupor (not to mention stress fracturing psyche) it was the last ditch effort.
He draws himself up to his not inconsiderable height and makes sure he is steady. Looks down at Aldritch eye to eye;
"Then I will tell you truthfully and plainly as an elder to another. I desire this kiss least of all for the game we play. But also for its own merits, of desire and intimacy. Should you refuse me I shall step down and challenge another. I hope you do not."
His Aura peals with a sort of broken confidence and vulnerability.

[Manacledairman]

[L .]

"You weren't - you were choosing to reject another or accept them of your own accord," Aurelia rolls her eyes. "You are an Architect and a paragon of the Duchess' own blood, clearly you too see this is unsuccessful. I am strategically booting Elder Keane from this round, as everyone else will attempt to do so in the next few minutes. That is all. There is no bad blood to it, it is simply that I knew anybody less likely to succeed with you. Not just Elder Keane. Anyone here."

She casts her arm out elegantly. Returns it to her lap. One winged eyebrow arches. "Are you holding me responsible for your decision here, cousin?"

[Manacledairman]

[Posh-Tim]

Keane sadly shakes his head.
He does not shake the elders hand instead saying;
"Thankyou, no. It is a shame Elder Beaufort. I told you I spoke the truth. But you disbelieved me."
He turns and as he does his aura no longer shows strong emotions but instead splutters and fades. Weak even for a kindred.
He sinks slowly into his seat, beside Valentina but this time making no pass to hold or approach her. He sits very still now.
" You may complete you challenge or not, as you see fit. It holds no interest to me now."

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich pours himself the last of the drink, it barely fills half the cup, which is good as then the tremere have none left to play with.

He reaches the cup out toward the party and leans on the table with his left arm. "Now the Ventrue. They are well. The Ventrue. One thing I will say that we have in abundance is arrogance." He pauses "which is why this dare is difficult. Now a true king, a true leader pays attention to what all are capable of. What makes them different and better. Clan Malkavian on their own as a single person are flighty, difficult to pin down etc. As a group however, they are a force of nature. When they are together they work for a single goal. This make them strong. Most ventrue, do not have this capability. That is the one thing that makes clan Malkavian superior."

He finishes his sentence and downs the contents of the cup. He then walks back to the sofa, again stopping and grabbing his right leg in pain. He rubs the muscle and makes it to the sofa. Relaxing into it.