Anita cautiously took hold of his hand with her hand, being sure that she left her gun slinging hand free. She wasn’t too big on holding hands, especially with the amount of surprise visits that seemed to threaten her livelyhood. It was rare for her to ever feel safe, especially when her hands were compromised, but once again, for the sake of cordiality she at least gave him the hand that didn’t do the most damage.
“Thank you, Mr. Alrikson,” she nodded again, taking the steps calmly as she reached to doorway, shaking her head slowly with a casual smirk touching her lips. “This is a pissing contest,” Anita glanced up to the vampire, “Just don’t put me in the crossfire, ohkay?” She slipped her hand out of his grasp and pushed the door open, taking a moment to appreciate the cooling air as it took off her last edge and headed, gratefully, to her car. Mind set to enjoying the rest of her evening with Sigmund and an even warmer bed.
“It is not a pissing contest. I am showing the Master that he is not in charge right now and that I am displeased with him.” He told her as she slipped her hand out of his. As she pushed the door open he leaned forward and kissed her cheek lightly. “Thank you very much for again taking time out of your night to come here, you could have turned me down.” He said softly.
He had no plans of putting her in the crossfire should anything happen between himself and Jean-Claude. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, try to relax and get some sleep.” He smiled as he watched her go to the car, he closed the door and went back to the party.
The party died down just before sunrise when all the vampires had to go for the night and sleep during the day, he had staff to clean the ballroom while he slept.
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