Ragnar couldn't quite discern how long ago seventeen had been for Mason. But not too recently. There were enough years in between for Mason to have a very rigid ritual.
And those creatures of the night? They were everywhere. They had to live their lives, or however they wanted to phrase it, and had as much right to as anyone else. As all the other others that resided in Repose. "I am sure they're glad of that. People just want to be themselves."
Without his plates in hand, Ragnar went to fetch more drink. He brought back a red wine, a white, and a bottle of whiskey. For Mason's preferences and indulged.
A grin took it's place on his face. "Would you consider it? I go on the 26th of this month. The conference is the following two days. I will get you a pass so you can listen to people trying to outsmart each other as much as you wish."