Treat looked up at the cat that had somehow found its way onto the top of his bookshelf. Again. How the Baron got up there when he hated heights was beyond Treat. Morticia used a paw to attempt to bat his phone away. Treat's full attention was being demanded. He scratched the cat's ear but refused to put down the phone. Tanith had some fairly interesting things to say. Although she was just as unhelpful as always. Put the cat on. He's more helpful. "Nothing quite so dramatic as that," Treat responded regarding the reason he had gotten an invite. "Just, you know, started handing out blood lollipops to vampires on the streets and telling them they're doing a great job." Treat made a face that Tanith couldn't see. "It almost feels like a dinner party with me on the menu. After all, I'm assuming a bunch of the supernatural leaders should be present and hungry. That vampire Liliya Kennedy, for one."
He kept quiet as he listened to what else she had to say about the hotel. "Just more of what we need. Encouragement for the fucking bastards," Treat ground out. He sighed as he rubbed the top of Morticia's head. "Do you want to go?" he asked. "It says I can have a plus one...and, honestly, I'd rather have whatever strange powers you have on my side. While I'm sure my death will be front page worthy as far as exposing vampires for what the monsters they are, I'm not quite ready to be martyred for the cause just yet." He looked out his window. "I'll even hire you for the evening," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "That way, you don't get in trouble with the boss...though do note it's for guarding my dashing self, not abusing it."