He was dressed in a loose casual formal suit
that just fit him, silver-gold cufflinks at the ends of both sleeves. It had been some time since he had done anything with any Kiss since Ireland, even when he had been in Rome for a short time, which had been nothing more than a fleeting few months before Arjun resurfaced asking for him to come back to work with him. And now he was doubling the double agent rigmarole, spying on the silent auction for Nova. He had to keep from running a hand over his face and just through his hair that had only just set in its slick brushed back style of a wave. Fate certainly seemed to never fail to enjoy flirting with him.\
Walking in and through the House, he mostly ignored some of the few random stragglers already there. At least he wasn’t pathetically early, just early enough things only looked like they had just finished setting up for the evening. Wandering around looking at the items available for that night’s bid, he arched a brow at a couple of the items. One being a strange-looking watch and another a ring that could turn into binds of whatever form was needed to bind someone. He tilted his head at that, eying it but not touching it, that is, until a wave of power washed through the room and he turned just in time for when someone started speaking. Fuck, he was old. It had been a while since he’d felt power like that, and he had to use some of his statue-still power to keep from shivering like an addict. Fuck, fuck, fuck. In his experience nothing ever good had come from having people like him that old around. How was this night going to end?
Well, might as well go start making friends with the powerful. He sighed through his nose, eying the watch and ring before heading over to where the Collector was starting to talk to someone, grabbing a flute of blood on the way, his almost ironically canine-pointed fangs scraping over his lower lip as the sight of an expanse of neck passed before him as he did. Old as he was getting, the traditional way of straight from the vein still appealed to him more than a rim ever would, but now wasn’t the time to play Dracula.
Lingering just in sight, he wandered around the pair using his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation and allow him to be next for sneaking in a moment to talk about the night. It was the least he could do for when Arjun turned the city into another Ireland in the meantime. Taking a drink of his blood, he idly ran a thumb and forefinger under his chin where he had kept his beard at its five-o’-clock he had died with for the night.