"Arthur is terrible." Moira replied. "But not nearly as terrible as he thinks. That is the trick with him, you see." She settled into the seat opposite, trying not to make it awkward. She was out of practice and for the neverending life of her she couldn’t quite explain why she was there in the first place. But the little vampire had a counter intuitively sweet smile. She was familiar with the girl’s state, of course. She’d exploited it for Pierre’s benefit many a time. But it was still marvelously strange how she glowed with warmth despite her nature. "Yes. That’s me. Best Supporting Mernick." Don’t complain to the lessers, Moira thought. It isn’t fair to them. “And I did know but like to hear you say it anyway. Names are their owners’ to give.”
Virginia gave the woman a nod, to show her understanding. She and Arthur had conversations before and everytime he'd acted so grumpy, that the vampiress didn't knew if she should hate him or enjoy the fact, that her pure presence bothered him.
"That's true. I always like to introduce myself, even if it seems pointless." With a gallant movement of the hand, she showed the waiter, what she wanted to eat. He nodded and wrote everything down on a little note pad. The woman appreciated the use of something not technological, it was quite refreshing these days.
After taking her order, he turned to the pretty Mernick. "What can I bring you, Miss?"
