"Oh, this old thing?" Amadeus plucked at the open shirt. "It has buttons. And not completely useless. I may have been planning a distraction when you decided to just drop by. Tell me, is the distraction working?" He asked because knew exactly what Mab was up to with those legs of hers. It may have been a long enough since they had been lovers but one didn't forget legs like that or what they felt wrapped around you. They just no longer had the same effect on him as they once had. Now it was a different set of legs that came to find when he pictured legs wrapped around his waist.
Amadeus slightly raised an eyebrow at that. "Queen Mab and not Mistress Mab?" He made a pointed look down at those spiked heels before looking back up at the Tremere that he had sired. "Ah, that. It seems that 330 is the age for a midlife crisis and deciding that being Sheriff sounds interesting when asked to do so. Should have just bought a sports car instead."