The boy had a lot to learn about women. Or at least that would be what Drystan had to say on the matter. Wasn't the stereotype that women were as fickle as the wind, obligated to change their mind at the drop of a hat. Stereotypes had to start somewhere... Who knew the true reasons behind the lovely succubus' departure. Drystan had not been privy to her decision making process either regardless of how often he enjoyed insinuating himself into her life.

She would regret not letting him insinuate other things as well one of these days. Drystan would bet money on that little fact.

At the moment however Drystan was up to his usual. Doing all the things that would have ordinarily irritated Isobel. He didn't think her absence should disturb his regular routine. Though some of the joy of it was lost knowing that he wouldn't be able to see the twitch of her eye as he informed of the current mess he'd left in one of her impeccable rooms. Oops. What did the kids say these days... his bad?

Drystan had managed to throw on the fine dress shirt he'd worn into the club. It remained unbuttoned simply because Drytan couldn't be bothered to do anything about that. He had at least donned his pants as well. Out of the kindness of his heart. Somehow he doubted the little were that was no doubt on his way to save the day would appreciate a pants-less man... or maybe he would. Drystan really should have played that hand. Damn, another day then.

A small prick of Drystans well honed senses alerted him to the approach of Isobel's little boy toy. Instead of continuing on his search, Drystan folded his hands over his chest and angled a shoulder against the wall just outside of the room he'd left in shambles.

"Hurry up now boy, not all of us have all day..." Drystan's voice echoed down the hallway, filled with indolent sarcasm.