He didn't look the type, even if there wasn't much skill or talent involved with the bumping and grinding on the dance floor. While too many of his peers bemoaned every aspect of modern society, especially the culture, Joseph liked the honesty of the modern age.
The stuttering was charming. Everything about him was charming. The way he stammered and playing with his hair and that near smile. Joseph always had a weak spot for the sweet, shy ones. There was so much love and passion in them just waiting to be coaxed out.
Somewhere quieter was fine by Joseph. He was certainly no longer bored. "Come on, then," he invited. "Hopefully there won't be too many upstairs. If not, I'll just tell them to give us some space." Unless it was one of his peers or the Prince, the Marquess could pretty much demand some privacy. He doubted this lovely young man trusted him enough to come to his haven or take Joseph to his just yet. Since they hadn't even exchanged names yet.
Leading the younger Kindred up to the VIP lounge, he found a quieter corner and sent for another couple glasses of whatever the Ventrue had sent over. He'd gone to the reopening of the Circulatory System. It had been dramatic and boring at the same time and kind of tacky. A very Ventrue party.
Sitting down comfortably on a sofa, Joseph let the pretty boy decide where he was to sit. "I'm Joseph Morvell," he explained, offering his hand. "I don't think I remember you being presented, but I've been exceedingly busy outside of court matters for a few weeks."