Gianna, distracted and unengaged, excused herself to the bathroom. She didn’t want to be there anymore, but she’d hang around quietly until her party was ready to leave…assuming nothing transpired.

Cezar found Avalon Eldouir's attention on Tallis Scorza to be amusing. He could see the heat and interest in her eyes but he knew that if she wanted Tallis physically then she was going to be left wanting. His twin simply didn't have that kind of desire as most did. It was something he himself had struggled with when he was so far the opposite. He knew that feeling of longing and desire but had had to find other outlets than the one he really wanted.

Avalon moved with grace and ease but sensuality too and Cezar moved to match her. He had no qualms in allowing his hands to wander, playing over her back like a skilled violinist, his body curved against hers. He leaned in to whisper to her, his heated breath like a kiss beneath her ear. "We've been missing you. Have you come back permanently?" he asked, his voice full of hope and desire. They had been waiting for the Eldouir to return but what was there goal here at this time?

Scorza! Even Azazel was familiar with that name. He may have been young when they left but he he had paid attention. People didn't often think he did but he often surprised people when he was able to give information back to them when they thought he hadn't been listening.

He grinned at the look Tallis Scorza gave Acacia Scorza. "Well, you know we never like things dull either. Maybe we can change that. Maybe," he said, taking a step closer to the two of them. "We can change that together." No, Azazel was not the one to talk to in order to make any real decisions but that was hardly the point.

"Dance with me," he said, half a demand and half a request. "Both of you." He reached out both of his hands hoping they would each take one and they could be quite the fun little spectacle all together.

Honora laughed softly, enough to convince the man she’d made drunk on love. She took his hand and let him from the room, letting Hiram steal the show as she took the host away.

“Then let me surprise you…” The words were as tantalizing as the lust that she now piped into Quinton’s mind (as if it needed much assistance). She’d make for the exit with Quinton Featherton’s hand in hers, glancing back at him with a face that would seem to shine with beauty.

[ POSSIBLE EXIT HONORA ]

With a grin, Tallis accepted Azazel Eldouir’s hand and would pull Acacia Scorza along with her—provided the woman did not protest. She’d glance mischievously at her husband, who was looking rather friendly with Avalon Eldouir. She raised an eyebrow before returning her full attention o the Eldouir in front of her. She kept Hiram Eldouir in the corner of her eye, not forgetting who it was that mattered most in her quest for the Scorza’s return.

Hiram smirked at Florina, the hand on her back shifting lower ever so slightly. She had a brain. He liked her. Truth be told, she was probably smarter than him.

“People only ever protect their people.” Hiram returned simply, as if this was the only natural way to do things. “Anything claimed otherwise is an empty promise. Tell me, who are your people?”

Florina Bellerose