Ash & Kjell
Ash had seen the exquisite creature early in the evening's festivities but social duty had him making the rounds instead of approaching. Visit the Prince. Visit the Primogen. So on, so forth. A circle of the room was always polite and he soon learned he had a few Toreador fans present who wanted to take up all his time. However, he had escaped them at some point - though he still stood out like a sore thumb, he was sure.
And he had noticed when the pale figure had vanished which had caused a strange flutter in his stomach - a mystery then? Where, oh where, had that Nosferatu gone? That was often the puzzle when the Nosferatu were involved anywhere. They came and went so easily. Determined to find his new muse, Ash had ascended to the upper levels of the ostentatious and gorgeous room they had at their fingertips.
It was only luck that he found the Nosferatu on one of the inner balconies, overlooking the masquerade from above. Truly, he was like a gargoyle, wasn't he? "Forgive my impertinence," his voice was soft, delicate like one wrong word might take it away and his accent was nearly impossible to place - somewhere between old High German and a little Received Pronunciation, "if I kissed your jaw, would my lips bleed from the sharpness of it?" Ash chuckled - a small, light sound as he settled against the nearest wall. "My name is Ash. I am new to New York."