"So good to see you here, dear Taker," a familiar voice called from behind, "How have you been since our last encounter?~" ( Drache @bloody-cold-fog )
Several things have plagued the Elder's mind for quite some time now. So much had happened in such little time, he was... Evolving, when he wasn't so sure he could, just a measly little year ago. Or two. Mere seconds in the grand scheme of things, but... These are important moments.
So when Taker hears the voice of one of his problems, he immediately grumbles, turning to face the intruder- Drache- with a harsh, burning glare, "As if I would waste breath on small talk with you." The Elder says, irritation already apparent, "You have some gaul to arrive at my wife's Gala. You are not welcome here, and I only offer you this once grace because the event protects you from me."