Gellert felt bored at the party, feel false at her cordial he had to be. Why couldn't he just smite them all for their uninteresting conversations or drunk blathering? When a voice whispered in his ear, he felt a shiver go down his spine. He knew that voice even if the words would be a dead give away as well. Immediately, he turned away with a smirk on his lips. He was pleased to see Vlad, knowing that his faith was important to him and Beltane was a pagan ritual. "Good evening. I could think of another band I would prefer instead."