"Impressive. So you're one of the dangerous ones." Despite how they could be taken, Beryl's words were easy praise. "It takes a lot of moxie to stick to that kind of thing. A few good stories, and more than a little bit of cash to get your own outlet started. And that rarely goes over well without some political backing." He gave her a playful squeeze, looking away briefly. "Good way to get yourself in trouble, too."
His smile only widened at the notion that she intended to put him to work, but he didn't look at her again immediately. It was true that investigative journalists were a dangerous breed, but anything useful was dangerous, and anything dangerous could be wielded in a number of directions. It would be up to her to allow it, but there was more than one make or break story in this particular room.
When Elyse refocused his attention, blue eyes settled on the man more sharply than the bored expression on the rest of his face would suggest. For a moment, he was quiet, before looking at Elyse and offering a soft smile. Practiced. Something that would fool most as something affectionate. He tucked a strand of her hair back, before holding her against his side a little more securely.
His head turned again to settle on the man, reasonably aware of what he was looking at. His sire would have a thing or two to answer for in bringing a fledgling to an event like this; either she intended chaos, or she was courting trouble that others of her kind wouldn't find particularly agreeable. Rather than commenting on any of that, his smile sharpened.
"If you're going to make an attempt at an apology, you could begin with groveling," Beryl stated, his tone low and bored in opposition to the open challenge on his expression. "Or, at the very least, a sincere apology. If you can't be bothered with either of those things, then I'd suggest you not continue to intrude on her night by insulting her intelligence or connections. I might take offence, and I'm not so sure your date can afford to lose that kind of face."
While not the hosts of tonight's events, and for good reason, he and his sister weren't without sway. The Chrysoberyl Club did, after all, cater to a very different underworld than the one perusing here. Cutting off access to the VIP area for any of the vampires that had come to rely on it would cut off not just access to blood, but also to a place their kind could gather without having to hide.
But no one had ever said Beryl wasn't a little bit spiteful.
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