Tandy Bowen & Bran Duval
Bran's lips may have quivered into a brief smirk again, before he rearranged his features into his mask of indifference. "Actually I don't mind her. She's entertaining and makes my brother happy. Or as happy as Damien ever is. But I have no fucking clue how to refer to her, other than his. They haven't, what's the slang, defined the relationship?" And with Damien, it might never happen. Bran found the blonde interesting, intriguing really, and as someone who used sarcasm himself, he appreciated it. His golden eyes flowed briefly, before they returned to their usual gold colour.
"Ballet?" Bran tilted his head. "I could see it. The way you sit and hold yourself." The vampire observed a lot of people and things. At the question, Bran took a sip of his drink. "Figuring out this place, I suppose. Keeping out of trouble." Which really required a lot of Bran's energy and time.