Cian's comment had felt like part their repartee, a suggestion for when for when he inevitably found himself wandering back to where the Elder Malkavian was sitting. Tristian supposed he could throw the other Kindred a bone and let him guess; if nothing else, it was an excuse to spend more time in his company, brush his hands over those delicious forearms again, make Cian work for his approval.
But Cian was already gone. Tristian stared at the spot where he'd been sitting, silently wondering whether their entire conversation might have been some very powerful wishful thinking or a delusion. Except no, Cian was there somewhere, amongst who knew how many other Kindred. He just wasn't, you know, there.
Tristian approached one of his colleagues to let them know he was going on a break - there would be no clocking out early tonight - before he slipped out from behind the bar and onto the crowded dancefloor. He moved between the warm bodies, following the invisible tether that would lead him to Cian. As he got closer a thought - cat ears - popped into his head, but for now he pushed it aside. The Elder wasn't going to abandon him twice in one night.
He found his quarry and moved in. The music was so loud here, vibrating in his blood, so he placed a hand on the Elder's shoulder and leaned into his ear again, this time for more practical reasons. "The next time you see me?! Did you really think I was going to let you get away that easily?"